anima infirmary 2002-12-22 22:35:29 ET spiders as everything. hair accessories, genitalia, flowers. i can't distinguish between last night's apocalyptic dreams and the two towers, which i saw today. plots intermingle and memories of either become increasingly muddier. today was a subtle turning point, i think i flow up again from here. i'm pondering the role of adrenalin in visionary thinking.

rustload 2002-12-22 22:38:20 ET did agent smith scold you for being a bad, bad girl?

anima infirmary 2002-12-22 22:40:28 ET im not sure i follow.

rustload 2002-12-22 22:44:01 ET "Do you not also love your father... Mr. Anderson?!"

STORM 2002-12-23 04:11:42 ET I'm his father. And he loves me EVERY NIGHT.

STORM 2002-12-23 06:29:51 ET PS- I used to have a huge spider. Her name was SAMANTHA! Everyday, coming home from class, I would greet her with an effusive "SAMANTHA!!!" She lived under my bed in a tank. She was a secret.

anima infirmary 2002-12-24 08:45:59 ET secrets rule.

STORM 2002-12-24 09:07:35 ET Tiny tiny "Muhahaha"

anima infirmary 2002-12-24 09:14:14 ET the kind you can keep in a tiny tiny box and not show to anyone. and when no one is home, you go to your room, and lock the door, and you take out the tiny tiny box that you've so carefully hidden. and you raise it to your ear. and you lift its hinge. and you slowly open the top, and you hear: muahahahah and you giggle. secrets rule.

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