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2001-09-13 || 2:51 p.m. || eating light. || (i am talking to your scar, not even listening to what you are saying, imagining some kind of childhood accident with an exotic piece of silverware whose shininess seduced you to take it in your mouth and swallow the light that was glinting off it, only to find upon the taste of tarnished metal that it had turned into something sharp and dangerous and forbidden, swiftly silently ripping through your cheek.) guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |