dollyshot
almost diary


Tuesday, January 10, 2006  

r a v a g e d e x p a n s e s

fiction written at unsw:

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the old man had blood on his face. he was trying to
feed himself to his chickens.

**

she was a broken high-heeled shoe. High quality
damaged goods, her value depreciated 90% by the rent
Jay had made in her silk.

seeking counselling, sitting in this waiting room full
of the seconds and rejects of human life.

**

she learned four languages. she was interested in all disciplines. she made quick progress across most fields of knowledge she approached. she loved to read, but more than that, to think of things, connect thoughts across spaces, slip threads through the illusory boundaries between areas of learning and link them.

after the abuse, she couldn't do anything with her mind's ravaged expanses.

posted by Scout | 12:27 AM
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