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Apr 26, 2004 00:50

It's 10 pm and I can hear the businessman. I can hear the beads of sweat crawling between his knuckles, see his fingers desperately wrapped around his briefcase as he sits alone in his office-fit-for-a-king. Clutching his portfolio. His bank book. His existence summed up in numbers. The morning newscaster smirked at me today when he said the ( Read more... )

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flotsamjetsom December 16 2003, 07:48:06 UTC
hey mary...it seems we're both using our lj's as studio space for our writerly urges. let me know if you want comments, 'kay?

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sabaku December 16 2003, 17:09:55 UTC
as long as they're comments to sabaku and not mary

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jillithian December 17 2003, 01:00:48 UTC
The man drawing pictures on your back reminds me of this movie: The Pillow Book, in which the main character's fetish is getting painted with Japanese words and letters.

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satellitedream April 12 2004, 09:06:09 UTC
amazing.

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wow... imjussa6url April 29 2004, 19:57:12 UTC
I am so drawn to you...

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anabelsdreaming January 9 2005, 06:04:54 UTC
your words are lovely. i've added you to my friends for a tastier recipe in f list viewing. cheers.

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