3 October 2005
From an email I got an hour ago, "I can still feel the imprint of your knee on my back. Yum."
Fever dreams comprise a strange collage of desires, archetypes, memories, fears and wishes; mine began on Friday night at the Center for Sex and Cuture, for the Everything You Know […]
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26 September 2005

At 3am friday night (actually saturday morning), I sat in my kitchen over a Camapri over ice listeneing to "Bootylicious" for the thrid time, and I heard drunk, 95-lb. Macki call out from my closet-turned-office, "hey, how do you get this thing into 'terminal'?" I knew I was in trouble.
Well, […]
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