seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- phone sex she hasn't had warm milk for months, coconut milk or rice milk. she likes the way it comes in heavy tin cans that must be lugged up the back stairs and can rust in the cabinents. A phone sex ad is flashing across the TV, but the remote control has been kicked beneath the sofa, she gets down on the floor to find it, burning her knees on the carpet. Her eyes adjust to the slit of darkness where there are only bits of stale popcorn, two pennies, and dust bunnies. 19:35 - 25 November, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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