I am not unknown to you. And yet you treat me as a passer-by with gnarled hair and whiskey on my breath. I am not unknown to you. I am not loitering on street corners with my hand open palm upstretched. I am not glazed eyes you refuse to meet or ramblings about repentance you pretend not to hear. I am your lover- sister- mother- friend, and I will continue to exist even when your eyes have closed.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
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3 comments:
The night they ate navy beans on html they died of scurvy.
oh trust me I am aware of your skills you computer snob. Why don't you get your own blog and stop picking on the inept. As it stands, I am not easy on the eyes, and thus feel no need for my blog to be either.
how's orange?
in case you hadn't noticed none of them do.
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