14.10.03 - 9:53 p.m.
it seems that i live out a different life i wasnt destined
for almost every night of the week, sometimes involving recurring
characters, sometimes blank faces or headless bodies or familiar shapes with
features blurred as strategically as naked bodies on soap operas.
together we have fights and babies, we solve murders and run
for our lives and act out bizarre amalgams of my own personal experiences
and those secret eight-hour love affairs keep me honest.