Friday, July 4, 2008

The pitter patter of no feet

Dear Odilia blog fans (I am of course addressing my two fans)
I have been alone a lot lately, quietly living the moments without grand desires - fame, fortune, and love occupy only the fictional part of my brain. The depository for all delusions is closed and the workers are no longer unloading deliveries; they're on the docks smoking cigarettes and talking shit. 
I bought berries and ate a papaya all by myself and the crazy-making people had to settle for stale words left over from old conversations.

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