this morning as i was driving to work i saw a lady puttin on her eyebrows going 100 in the fast lane. the skilfull majesty of her precision astounded me and i found myself keeping pace alongside as she applied two perfectly arched thin lines to her face, as she accented her eyes with a dark brown ink. her hands had the steadfast precision of a surgeon, a concert pianist, a master craftsman. at 6.30 in the morning i can barely put my car in D and here she is painting the sistine chapel on her forehead.i have a little sideproject going with dallas ray. we have these long msn conversations that take us to the ends of the universe and back and though what the hell why not make it bigger. so he writes a bit and i write a bit and who knows where it'll go but i know us both and it'll be kinda crazy and kinda dirty and lots of fun - at least for me. so anyway that's why i didn't write to you last night 'cause i was writing there and i was talking on the innerweb to ryan and to w49 and i just can't do that many things at once.
tonight i'll do better - i promise.
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