Thursday, September 23, 2004
a day that is too grand
a night that ached like death
Poet says with her maggots at 9:59 PM
Monday, September 20, 2004
Gosh I miss the 9:30 art history lecture and creamy symphony bars. I can sink deep down in my seats and wiggle. or do what so ever I like.
with this sudden overflow of beautiful people, Cupertino is such an awesome place, I do not want to go anywhere else, really.
Poet says with her maggots at 8:36 PM
Sunday, September 19, 2004
lighten up and let out your deepest sigh. come take everything's advantage.
Me-volution status: eagarly awaiting, to be touched by a pair of cream rinestone fingerless motobyke gloves.
... that it is Yoshi
Tomo instead of
Moto
Poet says with her maggots at 8:19 PM
