by angeliska on December 26, 2002

i loathe inept phlebotomists who bruise my tender veins.

Black Cypress

by angeliska on December 25, 2002

Spinning down a thin gray thread of highway, our tiny rental-pod rocking with the force of a rhythmic, pounding rain careening on its inexorable trajectory into the past- time running backwards.. Spindly black cypress stumps huddle together in the dead (…)

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holy daze

by angeliska on December 23, 2002

well, my lovely little creatures, in a few scant hours i will be hurtling in a rental car down I-10 towards texas, family, and bittersweet memories aplenty.. my ancestral birth-place, that sweet old town.. shaky nerves and muddled mind, adrenaline (…)

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by angeliska on December 22, 2002

Sorrowful stories I hear all that’s shown His posturish shiver on his things And she’s always known Things from the forest die here But I don’t Dead forest things are offered here But I’m not Vassals live lies Their faith (…)

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by angeliska on December 18, 2002

Snails, I have read, are equipped with a curious organ, known as a gypsobellum, or love-dart with which they apparently excite each other…

Know Always that Ludwig II Loves You.

by angeliska on December 14, 2002

i think i am slowly recovering my sense of sanity.. barricaded myself in the bathroom for an extended period and hid underwater in the clawfoot bath. to be alone, in silence.. i feel like i’ve been in a horrible car (…)

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by angeliska on December 12, 2002

i woke up in cold sweats, head pounding for many mornings in a row.. i think today is the third day.. but today i’m going to wash it off, wish it off… change it- tabula rasa- purify. my dream: i (…)

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how apt…

by angeliska on December 11, 2002

Which Edward Gorey Book Are You? brought to you by Quizilla “the next morning, she was wakened in a novel fashion by lady celia in time for elevenses…”


by angeliska on December 11, 2002

today was the most hideous, horrible, awful, lamentable, and generally poop-tastic day i’ve had in a looooong time. last night i went to bed with a splitting headache. i woke with a splitting headache. my cat was sitting on my (…)

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The Passion of New Eve

by angeliska on December 9, 2002

mmm..finally, a drop of peace and sweetness…the last two days have been lovely and lazy- sleeping in late til the sun is nearly gone..mariage freres eros tea from gay paris and stroopwaffels from amsterdam..dearest of friends curled up all cozy (…)

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