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More notes [ June 13, 2002 ]
Plunge Take the next right turn, about 20 steps from here to find yourself in a middle a shiny new shopping mall, to leave behind beggars with their thrifts all laid out on a dirty plaid, their old shoes, lamp posts, chipped china and dirty cigarette boxes and books in too many pieces are for sale. Traffic Spinning and alcohol. Dizziness. Almost like a hazy, smoky room. The moment her head falls back after her shot in that movie, when she _ falls deeply _ into bed _ to get lost _ in pillows. Ubiquitous The neighbourhood smells of bread, baking. At the tram stop as I leave work in the evening. The morning walk to another tram from home. An all time, all space familiar scent. Attitude Have you ever considered, perhaps she has never had your kind of dreams, and her attitude has never allowed her to dream of being more than alive, to live for the experience, and plan ahead only for the sake of gathering more experience or to prevent what has passed before. Only sometimes does she act upon contemplation. Not a chance Can I prove it has all been an illusion by proving you do not remember? Can I prove it and still retain the illusion of being nice? Organize To everyone: bring two potatoes, some bacon, pasta, half a jar of tomato sauce, four slices (or more) of bread and 2 glasses of milk per day, and some munchies in case you wish to come along to the hiking trip. Hand me down Talk to him to see what it's been like to be in my shoes, regarding you all this time. |