they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
"finally all indications of a subject began to fade" + September 23. 2005 = 11:24 a.m.
it's like quicksand. 24-7. try to turn it off but it's still waiting to ambush me. thursday night at the bar w. j. and friday morning when the streets are being hosed down & it's quiet at the corners. mess with the hue/saturation and maybe? it will go away? prev/next
class
notes, file of pom-pom
ghosts!
