face on the near side of my eyelids.
October 21, 2003 12:54 AM

Soundtrack: somthing classical playing on chris's computer.

Melted, kneaded.

I saw him tonight. right there, floating in front of me, staring back at me, with his one good eye. the right one. like mine. unlike me, his left eye is not there, put out in some battle long past, i'm not sure. it was cold where he was, winter. he was crusted in frost, and his breath steamed the air.

Michaela rocks my world. she gave me the most incredible massage... the above-described event took place near the end. i was lying in my chest, and she sent this wave of energy through me that blew open the ports in my hands, cleared out all of the gunk that had accumulated over the past week. and then he was there. bang.

I'm so excited for the show to go up. it's hard to put it into words.
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bye - January 21, 2004
Pretension as high art (or bad writing) also known as "Look at me! i'm misrable!" - January 02, 2004
Headaches and woodsmoke - December 13, 2003
Blackened hands and burning trees - October 28, 2003
face on the near side of my eyelids. - October 21, 2003