2002-08-06 & 5:09 p.m. : jet lagged, dream.
i should be updating about my new apt, and about how i really won't have internetness until next week, but i just read her diary and i have to say,
i should be updating about my new apt, and about how i really won't have internetness until next week, but i just read her diary and i have to say,
she makes me want to devour her sometimes, and sometimes quiet LA summer warm wind, i imagine the books on the floor and the ashtrays with old ends in them
and also the so cal beach at night, with santa monica glowing behind me.
empty bottles on the floor, at the foot of the sofa, or bed.
sleeping til late morning, turns into afternoon.
i don't know her, but she gives me advice for canvas, and capturing the paint on film.
and when i see her name i just say,
"unfolding...unfolding...unfolding"
