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Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Meanies 


So sad when someone you love so dearly is mean to you. But not consistently. They intersperse periods of closeness with inexplicable disdain. Meanwhile the past two years of your life has been spent under the blanket of their adoration . Enough that it has been a reason to be happy.

And now they are acting like a hurricane in Florida. A torrent for a brief period of time, devastating ,periods of calm . You know the storm is not over. And you know that even when it is there will be another one. But with each subsequent occurrence you are more prepared. A little tougher. A little angrier. And a little less confident.

The corroding of the confidence almost seems to be the deliberate intent, if that wasn't such a perverse and paranoid thought...


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Monday, November 20, 2006

dreamy 


Reading "The Unconsoled" No idea where its going to go... Amazing how easy it is to accept the narrative structure that progressively becomes less and less confined by any space-time boundaries... Similar to a dream when you feel your subconscious tugging at a thought or an image , a non sequitir, that works its way in through some warped internal logic. That being said far more defined and detailed...


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Sunday, November 19, 2006

The end of Mr. Y. Noted. 


Scarlett Thomas, author of PopCo, Going Out and Bright Young Things - the end of mr. y


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