Miss?eve
I'm in love.
6 girls, one apartment, giddy with rocking cresents and black moons and cow and co.
We walked away reverently and stared into the patterned mirror
[twack!] we are 'Miss?eve'
Big heavy weight.
I think it was anticipation, excitment, fear and exhileration.
I hope we know what we're getting into.
I hope we can handle the changes.
I Should have realised something was wrong when he said, "Hi I am Godot, I will be your waiter, I will be back shortly to take your order
life.
FYI
It's the day before the 20th.
On the bed, cool evening sounds.
Cacophany to me.
Tears like mist, barely there but all around.
Unfathomable pain, a sense of the inevitable.
This is like some from of sick surgery. Where some part of this sacred anatomy is wrenched away and separated, but only for a slip in time.
Necessity.
Postive step.
Good.
Only there's no sense of that.
Risk of paralysis, death and more.
I don't know how we'll get through
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