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A place to put my secret complex thoughts hidden by the scramble of everyday life.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Pick my head up, Love...
patch me up
don't be rough.

I need down-feather gentle

But I am not gentle
not cordial, not substantial
like a flimsy rental
I am ruggedly inconsistent
and I hurt people
through being resistent.




My mind is walking on

sand.

...the thoughts slip out from underneath my feet so quickly it almost rushes me along.


My name should be Maudlin.

My birthstone is Topaz.

The desert is my favorite landscape.

It guarantees a mirage.


Thursday, September 02, 2004

Alcohol seems to purify the mind of honest thoughts
and pollute it all in the same drink.

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