fox among hens
Sep. 26th, 2001 05:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantsomebody in here smells exceedingly clean. lovely soap. i want to follow whoever it is, follow them around. i remember vague and nostalgic those times with p, the watered slippery sharedness of those things. but i drive away what i like. but o we had such plans. the day last november i spun a glass in my hand i could see it fall away from his eyes like scales, my lies.
j is 25 minutes late today. i can't leave yet. i sit in my coat and i sulk. however! n is coming for dinner! we're making pasta carbonara. put that in your hat.
spinning plates stuck in my head merciless.
fuckwittage abounds. telephonic inanity. emotional ennui. a word a cocked gun.
the kraaken sleepeth &
and
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& you know what i'm talking about, antony. you know.
we pretend to agree to pretend.don't.we.
j is 25 minutes late today. i can't leave yet. i sit in my coat and i sulk. however! n is coming for dinner! we're making pasta carbonara. put that in your hat.
spinning plates stuck in my head merciless.
fuckwittage abounds. telephonic inanity. emotional ennui. a word a cocked gun.
the kraaken sleepeth &
and
&
.
.
.&
& you know what i'm talking about, antony. you know.
we pretend to agree to pretend.don't.we.
