Saturday, December 29, 2007

Slow movement this morning, bright outside, clear headed & a bit grim.

Flipper lyrics in my head, 'Shed no tears for the suicide, she has made her choice.' Not as simple as that, shit. OK, OK, it's he not she, call it a cover.

Peretz is next to me on a pile of blankets.

Wondering what the day will bring.

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