There's a gigantic pile of shiny black garbage bags stuffed with chopped up bamboo back here that I've gotta drag out to the curb. I'm obsessed with the way they look. I've been photographing them for a 1/2 hour. The yard smells like desire. I'm on this side of the camera.
I fell down laughing last night. I also had a seizure of rigourous crying. It's "the old swing swang" of summer in New Orleans. When I was a kid was emotion like this? I spent hours running with my soccer ball and I still couldn't sleep at night.
It's twilight. It's time to go.
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i think yes- though you probably didn't bother to notice...and u didn't keep an online journal -
Posted by: | 22/07/2004 at 11:49
meant to sign that
TTH
Posted by: | 22/07/2004 at 11:50