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[15 Aug 2006 . 03:46pm]
I'm doing a small friends cut, mostly people
that don't update or I don't know
very well. I'm a bit paranoid.

Please don't take it personal.

xx

if you ever want to reach me ;

moonpetal @ gmail . com = email
tinfoilstars@gmail.com = msn
10 . xxx

[11 Aug 2006 . 08:35pm]
We blow bubbles at construction workers on his front porch & laugh and it
feels so perfect. My hand is all screwed up, It won't bend all the way out
and it aches at night. Everytime I walk by where I fell and started this
whole crazy mess I cringe and am extra careful. Sloth-like.

I am making art out of scraps of fabric from quilts, glue,
cardboard, and my loopy creativity. Kody loves it and
I think it's a start, though to what I am not sure.

Heavy from chinese food. thisvandalism
your letter was mailed off today in the post.
love you. ♥
6 . xxx

A Girl, In Three Pieces [30 Jul 2006 . 10:44am]
1.

I swore there was a map on your hands,
streets on your palms, north and south
touching your fingertips, your scarred
wrists. I wanted to shuffle through life
reading your map, but you clenched your
fists tightly: part fear, the other
foolish bravery. To fight through
everything blindfolded and smiling.

2.

He was your oxygen, and he gave you
the infection. Everynight you would
spit on his photograph and then
apologize with hot salty tears. There
really was no consoling you. Sometimes
I dug my fingers into my wrists to see
what it feels like to always be aware
of a sharp dull pain, keeping your eyes
open, keeping your mouth trembling.

3.

It was a never ending loop. Your death, and
my armour I wore to close up the outside
world. I had no maps, you weren't even scattered
among the stars, like you promised. Your
lips were cracking, but you had sworn it.
And now there was dust on my fingertips,
the very last memory of you.
26 . xxx

[02 Jul 2006 . 06:08pm]
& I met Miss Odessa a few days ago. We ate sushi and went and saw "She Wants Revenge" live. I got lots of hugs, and she is just the most darling thing ever, really. She's sweet too, We might go to the zoo with Kody this friday. It was so nice finally to meet her, she just has this great aura about her, and I love her art.

I feel such a passion for the zoo again, I feel mostly 12 lately. I can't believe it is July. It feels and smells like it, but I am never sure what time it is, it all slips so fast.
10 . xxx

[02 Jul 2006 . 01:38pm]
mood . artistic

Days, these days..

. It was 102 degrees at the zoo the other day. They had me stationed at the butterfly exhibit, when it got to 100 the volunteers inside got to leave, and we had to go inside for them. It felt like I was in Costa Rice, butterflies brushing over my head, the heat so intense it melts in my throat. I got sleepy, sluggish, I watched catterpillar's in their Chrysallises struggling to emerge with wings. It was so hot. Even riding the bus home was exhausting at the end of the day. I felt half delirious.

. The next day I floated in Kody's grandma's pool. I spent hours diving under with fake fins and underwater bubbles leaving my lips. Kody's grandparents live in the country, surrounded by green lush fields, a deep forest, and a perfect view of Mt. Hood dusted with clouds.

. I stumbled over a gate a couple days ago at the zoo, and flew a couple feet down hill. My left elbow is badly scraped, I felt like I was 10 years old again. It stung the whole evening, I bruised up my knees, my arms, I banged up my hand.

. Work, I really love work. I mean it is work so, I get bored, tired, but it is a great environment. I meet hundreds of different people every day. I recieve loads of smiles. I never know where they will have me, yesterday I was running this 3d thrill ride by iworks. I felt like a theme park employee, Kody keeps calling me a carny.

. Cuddles & cotton candy kisses & fresh oregon strawberries = ♥

9 . xxx

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