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Thursday, July 28th, 2005
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Ok - there's stuff to write. Umbrellas *happyhappyhappy* Silent all these Years and Mother, my moment with Rob last night. Big BIG moment. Uh... and I got jabbed - Hepititis. And... god - the pain of having a little disease (dis - ease) in your body - it... sent me on a slight vision... Uh. I can't write that here.
Peter Berlin. Pirates. Uh...
White Flowers Unnamed looked like hatching eggs and smelt of limes among the fuschas at night the lunamoths and spiders weaves their webs and patchs and my face is an inch from the sky I touch it with my tongue the stars are glitter on my lips I take the moon into my mouth hide it between cheek and gum and walk home with it beside my teeth with the beast at bay wolf eyes watching all the way a root of ginger and a handful of lavender from Denmark in my little leather pouch.
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