October 13th, 2001

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Powell Butte in the fall...

I don't think I've ever read any poetry ever that can give me the same feeling I got when I sat in the wild chestnut grove feeling the cold wind and hearing the fallen leaves crunch under Remmy's excited feet beneath me... or describe what it was like to lay in thick, dun-colored grass, letting the rain pat my cheeks and eyelids... I rested on a log for a long time, trying to compose some sort of relevent poetry in my head, but to no avail. Silence best accompanies that sort of experience anyway.
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I like my bellybutton. I like to fill it with things. Yesterday I filled it with rain.

Thus, I hereby solemnly swear that I will never profane its perfection with tattoos or piercings of any kind. It shall remain forever a NAKED, UNPROFANE bellybutton.
I shall also hereby enact the following law: it is unlawful for visitors to my bellybutton to graffiti-ize it.

The end.
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I remember how much I hated people who stood me up... I still do. But in defense of those people who do but don't mean it: I was supposed to meet Jesse to hang out and see a show, but then Mom's husband called to talk about a job prospect so I talked to him and by then (or NOW) it was pretty much too late to meet him. He'd probably have left by the time I got to our meeting place anyway. So SORRY JESSE! I'm a bad bad girl. But I tried to call, I promise... only the phone number I had from caller ID was your work number so I couldnt' get a hold of you to warn you. GRR. I grovel at your feet.
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