i was once in a situation where i either slept in an abandoned house with no heat, no electric, no running water,and boards on the windows, breathing through a little hole in my sleeping bag, waking up with all my clothes still on to the pen light and the over crowded hour long train ride full of people who have been systematically opressed for their whole lives- or- in a trust fund heroin junkie's apartment, white washed walls, white washed sheets, white windowlight through white curtains, a thin layer of sweat and a clean pair of socks.
didn't really have much of a preference...
---------oh and Sophie C, if you're out there, drop a line--------------
didn't really have much of a preference...
---------oh and Sophie C, if you're out there, drop a line--------------
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"Somehow I can't imagine that the corporeal Charlie would like to be kept in a velvet-lined crate."
to which i responded:
Actually, I think the corporeal Charlie would probably be pretty excited about being in a velvet-lined crate, for all sorts of reasons, one of which would be that it would imply that maybe she was the getting-sawed-in-half-girl from a magician's act.
..It's almost as if I could see beyond and further
and yet so closely inside of all the things you write about
that sometimes I can almost feel like being there, in those moments.
[Edited on Sep 03, 2005 10:06PM]