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[herpuppet]

It's a lovely day today. Crisp and sunny, just like it never was there in our little pink beach house in Pacific Grove. Except for that one day, early on

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[fasterpussycat]

not that I was in danger of forgetting it, but I had to add this one to "memorable posts"

[herpuppet]

Ack. I wish I really could come to visit you just now. I'm doing that despair-pit-falling-into thing and I don't know what it is, but I suspect it's this story I'm working on. If I could fly through the sky in a flaming cannister I just know I could get the fucking dialogue to authenticate itself. I feel hopelessly attached to the thing, and yet it strikes me as tripe, and yet it seems, ultimately, to be a reflection of what I am when you boil away all of the things that people think are what I am. The part of me that's in it is so weak and vulnerable and scuttling that I can't even sit on it without squirming.

Do you know what I mean? (say "yes," please, please, please, please, please)

My head is killing me.

[fasterpussycat]

damn. you're awesome.

I do know what you mean, doll, I do.
::looks up from bottom of pit and waves::