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2004-11-26 || 8:40 p.m. || secret secret || i have a car crash crush so sudden and brutal with glass embedded in skin and metal curled like hair and flashes of light and speech and cold. he referred to himself as a man once, something like "...as men we..." and it struck me that this one with the boy face and half moons for fingernails would enlist himself in such an organization: men. but in a magical sense i guess. with a cravat and top hat and chivalry and decorum. i have seen him twice in real life in the recent past. i think our fingers touched in the exchange of money and receipt. the crush hadn't crashed right yet, but i could feel the static electricity then. i could see that the stapler on the counter shook just a little as i walked out. i think i looked back twice before driving away in the event he was standing there with small flags or flowers, ushering me back to explain the haphazard electricity. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |