(person) by stand/alone/bitch Mon May 14 2001 at 14:56:42
  • Three rough men, in hardhats and flannel shirts. They are looking through the stack of frames against the wall, trying to find the perfect photograph, poster size, of the house before you started messing with it. Messing with it I say indignantly. He is not messing with it, He is fixing it up perfect. There are no men and there is no house. This is nonsensical talk and I slide back into a wakefulness to hear you laugh at my sleepy words.

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  • Main St. in the rain. Rain rain rain rain. I wish I could write the sound of this rain so you would understand what it did to me. Melted in blue rivulets, my colors washing away. Turned into a small square block of concrete.

  • Next it is sleepy sun and we are each a different rainbow. I make mine all blues, light and dark and greenblues and deep red blues and I bend my colors back over so they reach from here to forever. Dina is reds to yellow. Heather is hot neons, pink and green. We are going to change the world right after we finish looking in the mirror.

  • KISSING GAMES ARE FUN! I do not remember details but it tasted like cherries.

I like it!