paris is so nice today! everything is smiling at me, even the big, bloated clouds in the sky. i almost forget the new number hovering about my shoulders. ready to pounce and devour me ( Read more... )

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what a nervous stomach!
sobbing and shrieking and i say, 'please behave.'

this morning frost over the field looked like snow.
i crept over it cracking ice beneath my soles and fed carrots to the equine masses of fur and dirt.
stinging cold made me glad my horse is a bear.

oh, pity. my uncomfortable stomach, bordel!
i am off . . .
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i wish i would be stronger. wearing the day around my neck like a scarf ( Read more... )

reading nabokov feels like filling my head with the crude fluid of life's pureness and naked emotion. intense and concentrated, injected into my occipital lobe and seeping into my medulla...trickling down my spinal cord and flooding my body with a sensation so strong i doubt for a second it's only a book, and suspect that i have actually ingested a ( Read more... )

tripping over piles of words, i am finding solid statements.

*but certainly for the present age, which prefers the sign to the thing signified, the copy to the original, representation to reality, the appearance to the essence...the illusion only is sacred, truth profane. nay, sacredness is held to be enhanced in proportion as truth decreases and ( Read more... )

justin came by a few days ago and we basked in the rays of the moon and starshine ( Read more... )

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another nauseated evening wrings me out in the road ( Read more... )

i do not like it ( Read more... )