Jan 27, 2006 04:00
Love occurs only once, and for it there cannot be a substitute. I didn't know this when I left, but I think now that he always did.
the walls are pulsing, a frenzy of patterns. this isn't strange. i light a cigarette.
she is impossibly thin, a mess of brittle bones and hair."I'm going to move out of the direct smoke."
from under a quilted blanket by my elbow, i can see the sound waves, they're green. "She's talking about you, my friend. You are a dy-rect smoker."