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fuckedupvegetal @ 2003-12-29T10: 17:00 Heat

Every bit of heat, all the "h" of the world together in one room and the Knights of the Zodiac on TV.

Intimacy is a funny thing.
(I love)



Moving on, the dos1000tres was a wonderful year for this little baby, the 2mil4 are going to have to work hard.
sincerely hope that you all be happy.

-f. Heat

Tiffany Granath Prostate

. Heat and inexplicable urge to write. I knew it would not be much time away from writing. Writing, word, symbol, semiotics. Umberto Eco, no. Steinberg, yes. Semiotic explanation of the symbol. Symbol word. Word writing. Understanding Scripture?
Maybe that was what he was looking sideways, without committing at all, afraid and words. Comprehend, understand. Understand.
Today, nothing. Heat, humidity, rain. I walk carefree and falling water. Somewhere someone is catching a cold, or worse, while I walk carefree and smiling - and the falling rain. Of course now was for four hours and the rain has passed. Are the pools, yes, but that's another thing. The rain is walking with a smile. Puddles are splashing with baby face. After the pools, what? Tomorrow I'll tell you.
Today is heat, moisture gets in to a bone and I come to resume writing. Why? Because heat had significantly fan, quiet. I just lie in bed watching rain yet (because it still does not rain and I can not even come to suspect). The only thing you can do when you do not know it will rain is dealing with words. Moving is hard, the sweat clinginess, the reluctance of stillness. Do not know why, but today I met up with words. I was reminded Ortiz. Always dreamed of having the management of the word. Getting the word is the truth and not a symbol. Almost a year without thinking about it. And I found him, without ado and without good reason the word. Word naked. Clit heat and humidity. That must be it.
The question now is that now, puddles, rain is no more now, again I feel the need to write. A completely different need that I felt when I started this, I can not remember when. Today I come back to the word being the consequence of what went on our first meeting. 'm No different. Or maybe yes, but that's positive.
Now, no rain or puddles, now back home computer to write quietly, looking different. Now is when you start the little game. My mind and me. The word "intimately mine, neither good nor bad, mine, and me.

- I am truly happy?
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Yes - I am comfortable with that feeling?
- Interestingly, I have to resort back to

Yes I never thought that one day write anything remotely like that.


(Because happiness takes so bad with words? Depression is aesthetically more interesting than happiness? Anyway, I'm happy with warmth and desire to write. Fuck you, apparently I start reading again.)