I read Medea (the greek tragedy) this evening. For the
first few pages the main light in my room was flickering
at me every time I looked back at the book.
I walked under the kitchen light fixture the other day and
it burned out. It also had been flickering at me, stopping
when I yelled at it.
Yes, I am crazy and I talk to things. Quiet.
music: Jeans Team: Keine Melodien
candice at July 20, 2003 02:54 AM
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