10 January 2003 10:47	when the lights are shining, will you see my skin? or just the shell that i'm packaged in? i've held my tongue and i've hid my sores; if i'm less of myself, will you love me more?
past perfect | future perfect then | now peek | scrawl compose | notes booklog stuff to ponder	i took my horoscope in to show la 'pista. "buy a ticket, jack." hahaha! in other news: when i get rid of the ministry of information in my cranium (success = failure; acceptance = rejection; love = abandonment), i am gonna be the prettiest damn butterfly you ever saw. love, might