Mar 02, 2004 07:58
My hair is jazzercizing this morning, vertically.
The eleven hours of sleep last night didn't seem to reawaken any sort of emotional foreground.
You are beautiful. The whole world is beautiful, this whole fucking world is teeming, crawling with an insatiable brilliance.
I wish a owned a nice dress.
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your words
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-'the red-haired child' known alternately as andrew
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