September 22nd, 2000

grandma ryan

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what's fun about livejournal is trying to record certain things without totally giving up all your emotions. it's great. ; )

the damp rejection of dampness lent too many exclamations and semicolons fall down my back onto the center of the sun. i felt higher than god and wasn't turning back to see what i might have done, but just keeping my eyes on the road, at least a little ways ahead of me. if i make sure i don't trip while i'm walking, i won't have to worry about repeating mistakes i made before, because they all waited to see if anything matched the beauty of the stars, or their counterspirals flying into anonymity in uniform. this was multi-faceted. they don't sing twinkle-twinkle for no reason at all.