January 27, 2005

print, smell of

Why, suddenly, are the most exotic things in my life dried fruit and syntax? Oh, I know why! Pick me! And that’s the way it should be. Sun wizened produce & commas! manohwoman.

Posted by caroline at January 27, 2005 3:20 AM
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In the lab, waiting for group members so I can edit film. Poetry! How I crave it.

Posted by: ben at January 27, 2005 2:43 PM

lord-hope!

I am craving many things!

I was nearly quivering today, quivering with amusement! But then no one can speak! currents of awkwardness! Why are things this way? Why am I this way? Why ---is . ---

see: next entry.

DO YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING THIS WEEKEND?
I'LL EMAIL YOU TOO!!

lovelove,

C'ness.

Posted by: caroline at January 27, 2005 7:01 PM

Possibly on Saturday night. We should, we should! The problem is, the editing consumes EVERYTHING, like a ravenous bitch-beast with a gapingly vaginal maw. Mama-maw.

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What?

Posted by: ben at January 27, 2005 8:09 PM

God, I KNOW. damn the editing. We did ours matchbook style. Tiny, tiny. Would love to see your film so far, cos, you know: I'M GOOD WITH A CAMERA!

sure, sure: give me a ring tomorrow to see how things are cutting.

xx'
c.

Posted by: caroline at January 28, 2005 12:16 PM