Aug. 22nd, 2002

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My laptop died yesterday. Again. For the same reason as two weeks ago. Its dead. A small box that just sits there. Not even a desktop so that I could use it as a doorstop. I guess it might make a nice paperweight.

I am hoping toshiba will replace it so that mom can buy it from me.

I ordered an ibm it will be here soon.

Just one of the trials and tribulations of my life.
Sometimes I feel like Job. But in the end I am lucky. I have my health and friends and family. And since I am an eternal optimist I feel things are looking up.

poetry

Aug. 22nd, 2002 11:39 am
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Here's a poem written by a character of mine...

I remember
the smooth, soft, warm flesh
sliding down my throat
when I ate your heart last night

You brought it to me on a silver platter
How could you tempt me with something
like that and not expect me to devour it

I held it in my hands
was it my imagination or was it still pulsing
blood ran down my arms
drawing rivers across my skin

I licked up each drop
my clever tongue tasting
the tangy metallic flavor.

A piece of your heart
a fiber, got stuck in my teeth
I pulled it loose with my finger nail
didn’t want it to be caught there forever.

I am full now, sated.
But I think I got the better end of the deal
You stand there now, a hole in your breast.

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