slipstreaming my anachronistic surreal consciousness - sharing with you my multiple epiphanies that were spawned while sitting on my porcelain throne (these are the ones I didn't flush) "don't believe everything you think…"
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
if I said diurnal matins, it would be this:
Dear God,
Please let today be drama-free.
{One of my wishes is for a drama-free world.}
Please let today be drama-free.
{One of my wishes is for a drama-free world.}
