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2001-03-22 || 04:58 p.m. || hair || oh man oh man oh man i wanna cut my hair mmhmmm oh oh oh oh. oh. tingling. in the fingers. creepin up the left arm. oh. shiny metal scissors. my hair in the sink, dead and limp and no longer shiny. the way fish get when you pull them from the water. oh. cold tips of ears the funny way hair grows defying gravity up your neck running my hand up and up and up not recognizing my own head. it make syou dizzy, seeing all the hair on the tile like that. like blood in a way. you can't just gather it up and put it back. it has been spilled and introduced to the universe but by being introduced it is no longer much of anything. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |