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I did not sleep well last night. She's been crying and I've been thinking. And I am the Rain King. The thunderstorm began in earnest around 3:45 this morning. I have been watching it since four o�clock. When I think of heaven: Deliver me in a black-winged bird. I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers, and all other instruments of faith and sex and God in the belly of a black-winged bird. Sometimes when the lightening strikes overhead I feel as if I am going home. And it seems to me to be an exquisite morning. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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