we are the homeless. and so are you.

confessions of a dinner whore

Monday, September 04, 2006

a pony

strange mixture pours out , melancholy&gladness combination , all calm not histeric , like singing 'i can see a lot of light in you' and 'you always have open eyes , you always have a special place , in memphis' , watery eyes , it's autumn , it's autumn , it's wind , m. says i'm too sensitive , sensitive people have hard lives , sms about private feelings , unidentified states , is this creative ?
imagination works , foreseeing future , future planning , music for the wedding , lots of sounds , everything overwhelming , all so nonverbal.

[so many thoughts , what to do with them , how to say them . ]

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