Thursday, July 25, 2002

you're my babe. slink.

Sunday, July 21, 2002

you look like a math rocker. will you come see the tom thomson exhibit at the art gallery with me tomorrow?

Friday, July 19, 2002

the dynamics of a relationship never change. even long after the relationship itself has dissipated, they remain the same.
you still call the shots and i still comply. why?

Wednesday, July 10, 2002

may i come live with you on that long, long street [that i also half live on] and write write write, as you do.
teach me what you know. tell me what you love.
id much rather it that way.

Sunday, July 07, 2002

i forgot how beautiful, wonderful it feels to write with a pencil, on paper. the pencil being the operative part, not the act of longhand writing.