Tuesday Apr 06, 2004

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hung posters tonight with the little feminists. fun with helen, lovely girl organizing the march trip. hooray!

new friends = very good, since i am great at losing old ones.

tristram just came in and we talked about abortion for awhile. what a nice boy.

Reconcile: I am picked clean inside, made of glass, thousands of wings beating in the cage of my ribs. Im any deer grazing in the crosshairs of the hunters rifle, powdered face, blood humming, Im nearly lifting up off the ground.

i will never be so exquisite again. somehow hopeful and sacrificial, the virgin swan diving to her death.

never without the grace of a recent loss.

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i get to see quilty, mon soldat de papier, very soon.
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tank_ex_mortis:
Hmm. I'm not sure, I may be able to make it... I'll let you know. smile
rexphantom:
And remember that time you were on trial for murder, but then died a few days before your trial? That was kind of fun. And then all those times you almost killed people, then didn't. But then maybe did after all.

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