Apr 30 2005

A


Apr 30 2005

Poetry is no place for a heart that’s a whore

I’m going away for a few days.

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Apr 25 2005

Mail

“Why do you always get the best post?”
“Because I’m wonderful. You know that.”
“Pff. You and your wonderful friends.”
“That’s right. We’re wonderful!”

I love mail. Send me stuff and I’ll send you stuff. You know you wanna..


Apr 25 2005

He loves me (not) [ii]


Apr 25 2005

He loves me (not)


Apr 24 2005

Old


Apr 22 2005

A.M

Tonight was Alanis Morissette night. See this? A big fat smile across my face. I love birthday presents that hang around in the future and are forgotten until.. bang! Tonight! Stunning performance, amazing company.. And it turned out that my birthday present morphed into Row & Clarissa’s too! Birthday treats all round!

Sadly no photos though. Hmph!


Apr 21 2005

Top tip

… buy flowers when feeling low. A pick-me-up!


Apr 20 2005

Untitled

He stands opposite you, his arms outstretched, beckoning you to come closer. Your arms by your side, eyes fixed to the cluttered ground below you. You switch off, a mental shutdown, the way you did as a child – a method of self-preservation. Except this time you shut down to avoid the embarrassment of crying, the unknowing and fear that something is looming on the horizon. You switch off because it is easier than letting him know this. He lays you down on your bed, legs limp and eyes squeezed shut. His thick arms wrap around you, delicate voice whispering in your ear. You run your fingers along the smoothness of his stomach, up and over his chest, his sensitive nipples.. This is eternity, a lifetime of silence with the light streaming through the open window. Open eyes, oceans of wonder, and instantly… tears.


Apr 19 2005

When?

when?


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