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[16 Nov 2001|06:45pm] |
It's been awhile.
I've been busy with work, and working on a new textile piece, mostly woven but with resin, so i've needed to go into the studio at weird times waiting for things to set.
I went to see the requiem performed, it was mindblowing. I sat and cried through most of it.
There are things I think I want but I cannot have.
Frustration.
She went away for a weekend, and I sat and thought about her. And nothing but her. And I am not supposed to think of her.
And so I must not.
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[17 Oct 2001|03:58pm] |
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wondering her |
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camper van beethoven |
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I drive alone, home from work
And I always think of her
Well late at night I call her
But I never say a word
And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder
And I can almost smell her breath faint with a sweet scent of decay
She serves him mashed potatoes
And she serves him peppered steak, with corn
Pulls her dress up over her head
Lets it fall to the floor
And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
And all the most exotic places they are cultivating
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[16 Oct 2001|10:38am] |
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a beginning.
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