Saturday, January 01, 2005
the beginning is funny, it almost gives you hope that everything will start over again, brand new, like it had never happened before
let me tell you: the repetition is almost interesting, besides the fear it brings
someone promised to call me, but never did. I am not waiting
Poet says with her maggots at 1:48 PM
Friday, December 31, 2004
odd numbers never work for me, hopefully no more odds and more philosophical thoughts
farewell, be warm
Poet says with her maggots at 5:13 PM
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
to smell like citrus, to smell like jasmine cape
conceptually, to smell like stillness, to smell like a piece of floating mind
or to smell like nothing
3 days until a new year, no more resolutions this year
what I am interested in is how and where I will be next year this time
Poet says with her maggots at 11:50 PM
Sunday, December 26, 2004
after a year, I havn't find it yet
the magnificant view of the city at night lost my breathe
that's why I am still choked now after two days
take me, take me OUT
Poet says with her maggots at 5:06 PM
