The bad feeling about vd* was correct. That sour-milk face. No, I do not want to be touched by a stranger, tepid-milk faced man. Even the rarest of strangers are threatening. I do not want to seek anyone else out right now. I have so little hope ( Read more... )

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Why are we so concerned with what happened? Things happened. The face of the water, etc. The lilacs & mothers with their prams, the hanging florals, sun-dappled bronzy water. Does it matter? Another scenic moment ( Read more... )

Hey, did you want rest? The Laatschi is restful, right? I want to experience Springtime here, very contently, please. I'd like to know what that's like, the whole mild season ( Read more... )

Writing this in advance, just in case ( Read more... )

Thrrpt thrrp, eept baabt. What do you want to tell me, beloved ghost? I imagine you asking me if I am yet devoted- of course. I can point to my hands and say so. Year after year after year- I do not remember those words and I have never spoken them. Whatever arms, whatever doors, if you need them, they are open ( Read more... )

Worried & sad about the Sabaschi; why did I unleash that thing? Should I have not unleashed it? It would be easier, in that context, if it didn't exist at all, but that would be untruthful. I do not feel s****; with regard to w*** * **** ** ** *** **** I am steel-willed; I will always take my own side ( Read more... )

The darkness ( Read more... )

L**** has outgrown the name I gave during the d**schi. The d**schi is decisively gone- if only I had the date of the last time I cried about it! I've got the first, on a t*****, signed and dated. As for L***, tears have fallen before, but they have dried. I have wondered if L**** would become useless without the d**schi. Not useless but- changed in ( Read more... )

What dreams are made of- lights and pretty ( Read more... )