facelift
june 14th, 2000

we have indentions and roadmaps so the world knows where to follow us when 
it's through with us. i don't have ankles on my wings - it's a 
black-and-white tattoo, and only in my head. i outgrow myself too often, 
in thirsty images, in lapse of something. if there is a familarity there, 
it is only due to lack of margins, and partially due to honesty. if there 
isn't much pain anymore, it's simply because i've outgrown that, too.

i want to be somebody famous, sometimes. but i don't think i could keep up 
with the fan mail. "57 messages" my computer blinks at me. it's been a 
long time.

i want to be able to write in whatever colour i feel like - is that so 
wrong? a new name - "the empress needs a new name" - whatever happened to 
T'Nasha? sucked through a cappachino corridor to enter a triple espresso 
dimension? i say, to hell with you. if the shoe fits - "eat it," Doug 
would say.

i am covering up my mistakes with symbols of aquarius. i am rinsing out 
the wounds with a libra rising. what will my new playground look like? 
"only a matter of time," someone whispers.

if i slip out of myself, it's only for a moment. the silver chords will 
always bring you home, when the morning breaks.