05 December 2003 17:45

winter's back

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there are a couple of things that i know for sure, and i'm trying to forget them. my head smells like limes and salt, and there is something stinging my right eye in a way that is more disconcerting than painful. i think i am becoming less smart and more hopeful. i am going to hibernate all weekend and demand stories and tea. there are no plans beyond the search for warm feet and the running from responsibility. i am not very nice, and my game plan is to give it all away. risk and i are becoming fast friends. the skin on my hands is cracking, and there's snow in the yard. i have things to do. love, might