...although I feel like I'm twelve, my vocie is scratchy and an octave lower than a year before, my face is oily and patches of hair have begun to harvest wheatfields across my lower abdomen and beneath the socket of my arms.
My friend Shannon just left.
"Tori Amos is forty. Eddie Vedder is forty. Courtney Love is forty." She huffed.
...and I feel like I'm twelve, going on a tour of a highschool with hallways that smell like chlorine and disenfectant and girls with side-ponytail holders wearing their boyfriends lettered-varsity jacktes who smell like they have just showered and used conditioner and life is brand new....
work is arduous. check back periodically at the recital for long pending stories. and oh...mara-arya...say chesse... your gonna need more than the devil to chase satan outta that shot(smiles--just kidding, you we're bloggin' buds-gotta give you a hard time)
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Re. the girl in the library: I have spare air miles bro David. But I won't come unless u tell me to. (-:
Hey, I told you it was bad! No offence taken cause that's not what I look like most of the time. That was funny though.
I feel like the third wheel.
But you're driving the wheel of fortune. lol.
Is that your mandala or are you just happy to see me?
u cryptic mr D
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