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Entry Number Eleven: Riding on a shooting star
Nov 08, 2006 18:29
I was walking along the
Crane
a few days ago (or was it weeks?), and I felt: constipated?
{Let's altogether say: DISCO, NOW!}
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terry_schtiwl
November 8 2006, 19:17:52 UTC
Don't fish with strangers.
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diva_myron
November 9 2006, 12:04:26 UTC
Mom used to say, "Strange fishermen have dimples on their chins." This one didn't, though.
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terry_schtiwl
November 9 2006, 16:29:57 UTC
What did he have then?
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diva_myron
November 17 2006, 02:03:48 UTC
Strange writings on his face. I wanted to decipher them, alas, to no avail.
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deirdre_ivy
November 11 2006, 01:54:05 UTC
[after some time; she cannot answer at first and must leave the journal]
I'm still disappeared.
I only dream a little anymore.
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deirdre_ivy
November 14 2006, 02:07:03 UTC
But what I do dream, it seems you dream too.
...do you truly, then, exist only in my head, as I have imagined?
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diva_myron
November 17 2006, 02:10:29 UTC
The landscapes of your emotions; frozen, is it the word?
The redness in the air has ceded. All rimed now.
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deirdre_ivy
November 17 2006, 05:51:58 UTC
I suppose. Retreated, maybe. Suppressed, more likely.
And how are you? The worst question on this earth, I know, but I need to hear why you and I'm sorry.
Yes, it has. There was a frost over my lawn this morning, and it was as still as in a photograph, though not as cold.
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I'm still disappeared.
I only dream a little anymore.
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...do you truly, then, exist only in my head, as I have imagined?
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The redness in the air has ceded. All rimed now.
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And how are you? The worst question on this earth, I know, but I need to hear why you and I'm sorry.
Yes, it has. There was a frost over my lawn this morning, and it was as still as in a photograph, though not as cold.
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