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email: noreia@planet-save.com.

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body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

there is a spider somewhere around my computer. a big brown one. denise and i were trying to write poetry, and this brown blob with little running legs blurred across the keyboard while she was typing. did he want to get typed on? was he suicidal? i will never know.

and he's lost. somewhere. around the computer. i am sitting far from it, in a chair i checked thoroughly. perching, really. freaking out when the strands from my cut-off black Dickies brush against my legs.

"i wonder what your butt looks like." -- me, to ian, on the phone, tonight. and then i said, "that's something i've never said to you before.

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we cried. together. we tried to do the right thing. my heart fell endlessly, my heart broke and broke. so we clung to safety in each other, we go on, we go on.

white oleander is the most ingeniously beautiful novel i have ever read.  if you wanna know.

i fall down laughing. i cry, i fall down laughing.

inspired by this site and the links on it, i thought i'd record a tape of myself talking -- about everything, anything, whatever -- and leave it in a random place. i don't know if i should put an email address on it, or just leave it anonymous. i somehow want to make a chance for connection.

today i read on an info-brochure in a coffee shop that the plants used to make white tea are harvested on only two days a year. maybe that's why a box of it costs like ten dollars. white tea. sounds so pure, somehow. my mother wanted it. maybe i'll buy it for her someday.

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