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by angeliska on February 28, 2003

hmm.. another grey day in which i ran errands diligently, good girl that i am. i think i may have a second job in the bag- waitressing at wasabi, a sushi restaurant. which will mean more money and less time- (…)

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by angeliska on February 25, 2003

I ARRIVED IN THAT TOWN, EVERYONE GREETED ME AND I RECOGNIZED NO ONE. WHEN I WAS GOING TO READ MY VERSES, THE DEVIL, HIDDEN BEHIND A TREE, CALLED OUT TO ME SARCASTICALLY AND FILLED MY HANDS WITH NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS this (…)

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by angeliska on February 23, 2003

i woke this morning to the sound of wind and weeping, the remnants of my dreams fled on satin tiptoes as i buried myself in the sheets.. a day of internal silence, and external cacophony: every irritating noise you could (…)

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by angeliska on February 19, 2003

it never ceases to amaze me how certain music can just take the living heart right out of you and throw it on the floor and turn it into a dusty, bloody stew of longing- with just some words and (…)

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by angeliska on February 19, 2003

in another life i come home late, it’s dark and i live alone i sit on the edge of the bed and kick off my shoes flick a switch and music floods the room though i leave the lights off.. (…)

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lovely gray nothing day-

by angeliska on February 16, 2003

aside from being woken by the raucous hoots of obnoxious healthy people walking some good-cause marathon at eight this morning, and the plaintive yowls of my poor starving cat, who is actually quite rotund, and a vociferous glutton..nay, nay- none (…)

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by angeliska on February 15, 2003

saint valentine’s day was a rosy blur of sequins and feathers and flowers, accompanied by twinkling strains of the calliope on the river, and the shriek of steel on steel from the trainyard- the boom-boom! of the big drums and (…)

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dollshow delirium and detritus…

by angeliska on February 12, 2003

lord golly, what a mad month it has been! the doll show has come and gone, leaving me in a swirl of fluttering tatters and broken joints- despite all of the chaotic preparations, and the disasters of the day, which (…)

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feverishly frantical fantasies

by angeliska on February 8, 2003

ack! the dollshow is tomorrow! if you live in new orleans, and you aren’t there tomorrow evening, then you are dumb. if you live elsewhere, then i am sad you don’t own a helicopter, or a flying carpet. i’m terribly (…)

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LA RETOUR ETERNELLE

by angeliska on February 5, 2003

another cyrptic fortune telling device- this archaic machine, it’s a wonder it still worked.. in this modern age, our oracles are found in jet trails arcing and coming to crux across the sky in white and silver plumes.. or in (…)

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