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[maorian_queen]

my suspicions were correct; my father doesn't even remember waking up yesterday, so i suppose that is good. this morning i was tempted to tell him, "papa, yesterday, even though you don't remember, you told me how proud you are of my being a lesbian and that its pefectly awesome and there are no real biblical argumetns that say other wise. but then he would tell my mother and she remembers yesterday. damnit. it was a good dream.
i am suffering from chronuic poet's unblock. that is to say that i have churned three poems out of the abysmal pit that is my mind in the last twenty hours, and none of them have any real "meat" to them. now i really feel primitive, referencing my thoughts as a slab of another creature's flesh.
i am hoping that by toying around with the poems (structure, eloquency,etc)i shall be able to create at least a few lines, maybe a verse out of domething here or there.
what is going on in the lands of ml,hsu,the world outside of my home and hollywood video?
someone, anyone, please for the love of goodnes fill me in. i crave knowledge, howver carnal, trivial, _________ial it may be.
until then, i shall wait here in quarantine.
oh and in other news, i am still sick. mother says maybe bronchitis...lovely. lovely.