Jul. 25th, 2002

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"My tit's gonna rot off." -- Marla Singer
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The Favours of the Moon
Charles Baudelaire

The Moon, who is caprice itself, looked through the window while you
sleeping in your cradle, and said to herself:'I like this child.'

And softly she decended her staircase of clouds and, noislessly,
through the window-panes. Then she stretched herself out over you with
supple tenderness of a mother, and laid down her colors on your face.
since, the pupils of your eyes have remained green and your cheeks
pale. It was while comtemplating this vistor that your eyes became so
strangely enlarged; and she clasped your neck so tenderly that you have
retained for ever the desire to weep.

However, in the expansion of her joy, the Moon filled the whole room
phosphorescent vapour, like a luminous poison; and all the living light
thought and said: 'You shall suffer for ever the influence of my kiss.
shall be beautiful in my fashion. You shall love that which I love and
which loves me: water, clouds, silence and the night; the immense green
the formless and multiform streams; the place where you shall not be;
lover whom you shall not know; flowers of monstrous shape; perfumes
cause delirium; cats that shudder, swoon and curl up on pianos and
like women, with a voice that is hoarse and gentle!

'And you shall be loved by my lovers, courted by my courtiers. You
be the queen of all men that have green eyes, whose necks also I have
clasped in my nocturnal caresses; of those who love the sea, the sea
that is
immense, tumultuous and green, the formless and multiform streams, the
where they are not, the woman whom they do not know, sinister flowers
resemble the censers of a strange religion, perfumes that confound the
and the savage and voluptuous animals which are the emblems of their

And that, my dear, cursed, spoiled child, is why I am now lying at
feet, seeking in all your person the reflection of the formidable
of the foreknowing godmother, the poisoning wet-nurse of all the
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I was cleaning out my email inbox which I haven't edited in over 2 years. Found a piece of Baudelaire I was sent one Valentines day by the ever popular Suicide Boy who now lives somewhere in Miami. I suppose at one point he must have appealed to the swooning 16 year old goth girl that still resided within the jaded bones of the soon to be divorced alcoholic chick. Oh well.

My ex-husband called today. He said if all went well, I could expect to see him in Seattle November/December and if I straightened out my licensing he'd give me a car if I followed him back to Denver and drove it back. Sounds mighty fishy to me.

My 5-year booty call called me last night to see how I was doing. It was odd having a platonic conversation with someone you used to do all sorts of nasty things with. He never realized I liked Tolkien. He never asked.

While looking through friends of friends LJ's, I came across the LJ of someone I had a disastrous affair with a few years ago. He was not added to the friends list.

A guy I haven't talked to in about 6 months called me last night. Wants me to meet his brand new baby. I hope it's not mine.
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Things I find odd:

Many years ago when I was someone else with different hair, I worked at a "gentleman's club" called Razzmatazz. It was a total dive and looked like a big pink Shakey's Pizza.

Years after that, Razzmatazz was overtaken by Deja Vu and was painted gray with a big pink banner. This was even worse.

A few years after that, Deja Vu moved out leaving an ugly gray building behind.

The building was painted white and has recently been overtaken by a sign company. While driving by said building recently, I realized in big green letters they had painted "Signs of Intelligence" on one of the outer walls. I could not stop laughing.

This was the building I was recently busted for relieving myself in the parking lot of.

No "signs of intelligence" here.


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