photo taken from art dept

marianne faithful wildchild or milla jovovich ala the fifth element futuristic shoulder-dusted redhead. a mix would result in charlie brown's little red-haired girl.

two snail mails in a week is a treat. letter-writing expands the diary writing into sweet communion. i will reply with gusto.

is christmas coming soon or not?

and, arise from the slumber and embrace it like you did at the beginning: all-smothering charged for conquest. but settle on it quick and painless. and then, make it enjoyable , both froth and juice.

aim: to gather all that is good and drink it down like medicine. what gives to loyalty and conjures willing hearts? what gives? i've learnt this few months and i lapsed a bit but i want the hunger to gnaw in me as constant sweet aches. grind and bore into me. the worst would be that you forgot you were suppose to work at it hard and silently and not be led astray by the grumbling folks. always, always remember the sweetness of the aches.

mundanes: one - earphone expansion cable eaten by wheel of swirling office chair and now its head lies forever in the black deceiving gap. two - running the mild slopes for forty minutes. stoned joints jolted back into being usefully stretched. three - ten episodes of gilmore in three days. i cried when the girls ran towards each other at the front porch at the reunion.no, i cried at the phonecall before that. and i was really fond of jess having written a book. the tv folks they steal our emotions, and then, the cleanse and revived joy to return to the space outside the screen.

and, my fondness for you envelopes a continent, a world. you are unbearably wonderful, as kings and precious things should be. four weeks to our summer of love two thousand and six.