Sep 15, 2007 11:47
Lately,
all I want is an English Bulldog and an electric organ. I have
neither, and neither are very practical for me to posess. Well, maybe the organ.
I don't have to feed an organ. &there's a shadowy residue of me left all over this town
from last spring, and I can't shake it, can't will it away. By writing this entry
I am demarcating a space for this stagnance that I don't want...