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Aug. 18th, 2002 09:03 pmdirty orange moon. waves of angry cicada noise over the street.
but we have this one small cold room in the house. we sit there all day long and tell each other it's like being held prisoner, isn't it. in and out of the doorway. its solid wall of humidity, glovelike, claustrophobic.
but we have this one small cold room in the house. we sit there all day long and tell each other it's like being held prisoner, isn't it. in and out of the doorway. its solid wall of humidity, glovelike, claustrophobic.