2002-07-19 | 12:44 a.m.
no sentences.

Lined notebook paper with jagged edges. Untidy black ink revelations. Deliberate disbelief. Reluctant nods. Parental embraces. Unstoppable tears. Movie-like hysteria. Impregnable silences. Idle chatter. Cooking Lessons. Sad smiles. Frantic e-mails. Sodden pillows. Hiccuping sentences.

This has been my day today. I'm calming myself down with the sonic chaos that is White Light/White Heat

deja vu? | jamais vu?