Saturday Oct 19, 2002

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when the world slows down enough
so I can sleep.... I'll be who you want me
to be... patience please, patience to remember
things. one day we won't be who we are...
put you hand on my bony shoulder, I will
kiss your skinny fingers... pressure builds
and these words escape - I love you.... I love you.

Wednesday Oct 16, 2002

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she loves me
she loves me not
she loves me
she loves me not
she loves me
she loves me not
she loves me
she loves me not

Tuesday Oct 15, 2002

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what sweet addiction this is... you create a world
full of little fairies with torn stockings and
jet black hair and blue eyes and red lips and
thin eyebrows and pointy nipples and fetishes
for virgins.....
dia:
haha, and then imagine if you live there. Yes Peter! You don't have to ever grow up (and I have the Tinkerbell on my leg to prove that).

Neverneverland, darling.

Saturday Oct 12, 2002

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Love is merely a reflection of oneself
in the object of his desire. Ones you
establish that, it is clear that I'm
deeply and madly in love with a 14th
century portrait of a young girl...
She follows me with her eyes and there
is no escape. I think she loves me too.

Friday Oct 11, 2002

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my fingers still smell like her today...
i'm sitting here, sniffing them...
dia:
haha, I love that!