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  January 21st: llama school


binary

you thought of me
as voices
choices
of one and oh

the extreme
of dream
the funny way a wing
comes up and falls

I wrap

my tongue 'bout
dark and light
my choice is about
the space

between one and oh;
between alpha

and beta

I can't decide what to do with the rest of my week; my weekend has suddenly open up, and I'm trying to decide what I really want to do.

Of course, I should write a column; whether I actually manage to do this is a good question.

I'm feeling very much like curling up under my desk and hiding right now. I need to do another entry in into the wreck, but find myself lacking the motivation. Bah.

Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.

(if you were on my notify list, today would have been much more interesting for you. nyah.)

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—Llama School,Sifl n' Olly

outside: cold. wet. not gonna change till spring.
doing: eating salad
link: Tyrtle

dream: 'try to relax' says the woman in the rubber coat. Rubber coat? I am worried. 'relax' she repeats. 'This will hurt you if you're tense.'
Tense? Fuck. What is it she wants to do to me, and why the hell is her coat made of rubber?
'It's going to be fine as long as you're relaxed' she says. She reaches for me. In my mind, I sidle away and am gone.


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