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2001-03-15 || nine o'clock || calvin johnson and brown sugar: oh so sweet in a devilish way. || it is only nine o'clock but i am drinking coffee chock-full of mysterious gorgeous brown sugar and listening to the yellow beat happening album. calvin johnson: you haven't shown up in my dreams for quite some time. what gives? you don't have to be a forest ranger. or a teacher. or a camp counselor. or a cowboy. you can just be you this time. and you don't have to entertain me or anything, maybe just waltz into my bedroom and sit on the edge of my bed and bite your fingernails. that would be just fine. i will make you some soup. we can play canasta. oh, but it would be nice if you could talk a little. i like to hear your voice. thank you. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |