|I'M what's eating gilbert grape.
||[Apr. 29th, 2004|10:21 am]
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hello morning, i am a sieve. drain right through me, gleaming like an ocean held under the microscope of the moon. i need to invoke the totem of the spider. at least spiders have webs to anchor them to the world. instead i'm all a-lurk in the roots of yggdrasil (tzuk te), haunting this world from the heart of the dream. which is all inside out; i'm supposed to be monolith side, pressed up against the glass of the firmament. i feel like i'm filled with rusty bones, scraping against each other like fingernails on slate.