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April 24, 2004

Made some faggy graphic of a flower creeping over green christmas lights and it occurred to me that it's like those weaver creatures, they bore some resemblance to massive spiders, tickling the fabric of reality and doing as they wish. This is from a book.

The line between my body and the weather is continually blurred today. The heat stays in this place, it's suffocating.