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2001-07-31 || 9:52 a.m. || black holes and telephones || last night i lay in bad for thirty-four minutes entertaining the thought of calling you and asking, 'aren't we entitled to a post-break-up make out session?' i held the phone in the dark for thirty-four minutes, saying it over and over until the words started changing places. 'aren't we entitled to a post-make-out break-up session?' and i couldn't decide whether to go through with it. i dialed five of the numbers and stopped, worried that maybe you've already had a post-break-up make-out session with someone else. or that it would get very quiet on the line and i would open my mouth to laugh it off and let all that dark empty heavy silence fly into me with the force of a black hole. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |