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Monday, December 13, 2004
Dear Anna,
Self afacing?
What does that mean?
-wobbly wonky walker
-riddling RiMiNg talker
-unwittingly stalking her
I love Columbo!
Nature plays aloof.
A unicorn UpPLAYS the crutched hoof
It doesn't really matter
like the days of platinum blonde
It doesn't really matter
she's long gone into the thoughts of songs
You like it like that--
not knowing what's beyond the door.
I have managed to find
dirty thoughts of the rarest kind
Strange places thunken thoughts go
nooks and crannys many once hoped
only GOD would know.
AND AS SO,
out to those moles
who hide in holes--
It's hard on the soul
Oh no, oh no,
I'm not like that!
Who wants to admit they're a
no-good shit monkey ass?
Be careful if it's
becoming easier to forget
try hard to remember
lest not ye regret.
All my love and caos Anna,
sincerely yours,
Camillia
Post Script: The site is under construction,
and I don't know when the album will be ready.
posted by Milli
at 12/13/2004 04:39:00 AM
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