Tuesday, November 11, 2003

I hear many female voices in my head. In fact, the only male voice
in my head is my own. There's Holle, telling me to take it easy and
get some creative writing done, there's Erin, urging me deeper,
bingblot, who is the voice of my inner Pumpkin, and my mother, who is
the psychotic, driven-to-kill voice, full of hate and rage. But no
conscience voice. If I found one, I'd snog her senesless and then
shag her brains out. I know what it means.

The Pumpkin patch has never been so beautiful.

thephotoman...aka, Jim McfuckingCormick. Psycho, anyone?


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