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Tuesday, March 08, 2005

 

Things fall apart and fragility arises out of the strangest gestures. The abrupt end to casual flirtation upon the assumption of sex-and-nothing-but, so definite that he'd scheduled at time and a place (wha?). The clash of egos wherein one side boasts of infinite money and the other secretly holds dear the belief of being the better writer. Then all that is awash when my mother calls, in tears, saying she's being admitted to the hospital. Things fall apart and fragility arises.


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