my dreams: (from a few nights ago, but has been haunting me ever since..) empty husks of bodies dried out swinging in the breezes hanging from the flagpoles of surburban houses -they never leave the house anymore- window and doors (…)

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ahh..trapped indoors cozy and safe whilst the storm rages on outside.. my baby’s in the kitchen making us a salmon..*sigh* why, i do believe it’s time to share some weirdness with you all! i find the following sites indescribably bizarre! (…)

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yes, we all know the score by now- rain, rain, and more rain.. spent all today and yesterday moving things inside, taping windows, cleaning, re-arranging furniture- preparing..no teevee or radio to tell me what is up with the hurricane- only (…)

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ugh… guh.. erg. these are the noises i make with my rubbery novocaine-numbed mouth. i survived the root canal. it was horrible. i went to spaceland (without gas! -sad, no gas- i love that stuff..) completely awful experience- except my (…)

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still recovering from the lingering illness, but undaunted i ventured out of sickbed-hermit hidey-hole land to see princess pocketmouse in the return of BABY ROSEBUD, the bestest accordion and drum ensemble that ever was! they were incredible- such a good (…)

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fever consumes me.. shaking and shivering wrapped in dirty sheets consumptive coughing blood into white lace hankies *i like to make it sond much worse than it is* but it is true that fever + new orleans + late september (…)

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i feel like warmed over death today.. feverish, pouding head, excess of mucus.. lovely. kill me. treated myself to: (from the healthy foods store) many packets of spicy thai noodles lime and chili chips fancy gingersnaps strawberry-kiwi ginger juice cherry (…)

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wake, wake again from strange dreams.. of prostitution; i’m organizing pens in a tray- the pens symbolize my past customers, and i’m organizing them according to their sexual prowess.. down a dark hallway- many blank doors behind each one a (…)

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stumbled home exhausted, heat-sapped, leached of energy and motivation.. ugh..naptime.. and into stress dreams.. of drama queens, bad poetry, unspectacular spectacles.. -and heartbreakingly, devastatingly beautiful american indian boys, standing on my foot.. long eyelashes like spider’s legs surrounding eyes too (…)

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Tonight, being Sunday, (my lovely solitary rainy day off) Mr. Buttons was spinning 20’s and 30’s standards at our own personal speakeasy – our deluxe Kabaret-Expat night at Mythique… Red wine flights and flurries and gin rummy – such a (…)

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