Absense

Friday, August 05, 2005

 

bruxelles

I think about you every time I look at my watch... because you gave me my watch...

"Your watch ticks in my ear" used to be the beginning of the most brilliant poem that I don't care about anymore.

w. just walked in smelling like mothballs.

I'm going to the salon tonight. to get my hair done.

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