Come as you are.
I think i had some sort of precognition of her maybe. A snowy day at the gas station. The house down the road from 5th avenue. Somewhere in all that i felt her. Met her before i actually met her. You lose and you learn; and you do learn. If you can't find it it's not yours. Doubt's a sensitive feeling. And so is memory. There are reasons to carry certain things out. An empty clinic somewhere in texas; a factory in michelin (intentional sp error!). Giant burning heaps of insane jealousy, contempt, and angry frustration.







