June 27, 2008

• I really don't know if I have anything that I want to say. Lately I get a lot of ideas that never make it into anything substantial. I think about crimson things, and the connection between roses and theatre curtains and blood. The height of drama, melodrama. I think about the crater left in my family, blown apart without anyone noticing.

  I don't really want to talk about it.

  • 5:13 pm
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