1:58 p.m. - 2002-10-07
Wings
Today, my lab partner killed a god in the shape of a fruitfly; we were immediately cursed. Madder continues to strenuously object to the sight of Ken on weekends. People remain clueless, and my legs hurt. Reasons for never discussing reality...it's harder for people to believe you have scars if you tell them that you have wings.

"And I can tell you that I am satisfied with the manner of my creation, fully---whether others are or not."

--- William Apess

Gotta go get my baby out of her plastic bag now; toodles.

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