Friday, October 15, 2004
the ring of the saturn is quite wide, that the earth could actually roll on it. it was formed by zillions of floating meteor debries
and I will wait here, in the heart of the saturn ring, it shines like a brand new white ribbon.
I will wait and floss my teeth until the next new wave as a widowed divorcee
heck yes, the new Vivienne
EASTwood
Poet says with her maggots at 10:01 PM
Thursday, October 14, 2004
the queer day, she sits there and sweats, knowing its unable to stop at the first place
but still, shivering from the tiny pain there is this high trembles and tries to break out. all these real senses shots Elaine right there, right then, right at the very moment, that she is living.
it is not just a feeling, it is a sense of
LIVING, present and fresh, irresistable
---Elaine ate a roasted bell pepper with 8 cups of iced water afterwards
Poet says with her maggots at 10:05 PM
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
the presence is unknown, not to further mention the soon to come future.
clear voice, start over
the moral of the story is: the size of my brain probably can't even fulfill a Starbucks grande cup. it might spill from the tall, but definetely not going to fill the grande. haha verdi.
time to pump some brain juice from my tiny resource. I hear the sound of grinding trash in the sink, that was awful.
Poet says with her maggots at 8:10 PM
