2002-09-19 - 9:47 p.m.

Amnesiac in the background sifting through frames the soundscape;

knees on a colorless rug colorless walls 90 degree angle ubiquity; slight abdominal pains I'm not meant for food -- wind coursing a poem in one corner near a card from a friend, the card splashed with a profile of Jesus or maybe it's just a man who felt sorrow once; I felt that once

the poem "I'm crying all the time now... I cried for the world'ssoulthe world has a beautiful soul"

fragments of incense nonscented scented smells, scattered notes and an alarm to define my time and shorten days or lengthen nights and; twoballs portraying Yin Yang certificates frames a phone lying alone in its humility. a voice booms i'm going to take the phone off the hook tonight. is that you oh lourd? You needn't wait for me. scissors black handled shudder candles and prayers "Oh angel of God my guardian dear to whom his love commits me here" papers, no words to speak of yet; a mirror elliptical hangs for me table folded back to its old proportions sounds, candles; a bracelet from she that I Adore. Elven appearing in dreams.. William blake painting sephirot holder bamboo shoots reaching for the amulet my parents bought me -

"The light of our lives is the son in our eyes."

Slight constricting of my veins I miss my parents! all love due to you always and forever