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full of moxie and viscosity

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Sunday, November 07, 2004

Zero 7 and I drove home tonight, watching the circles of fog around the streetlights move with our eyes. I don't mean to be offended by a wandering toe, or a kind set of eyes, but as I am now, there is no room inside my life for budding romance. As much as I would like to afford myself time for it, or space for it, I don't see it happening. I have time for tears and time for art and time to think up life plans, but really, there is no time here for happy lovers.

Serah in my class today had lovely eyes and I watched her perfect skin from my wooden chair. The National Geographic woman's face was similar and more moving. Watching other people survive in their beauty is astounding. Tonight I sleep on pinned hair and false pretenses. In the morning I will find a new way to lie to myself, probably.
posted by Rachel Roellke Coddington  # 3:23 AM

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