my other blog seems not to be workink right at this moment, so I am back here to say hello. I can tell you about my fever blisters. One on each side of my upper lip. I look a little like i'd imagine a person would look right after some sort of lip-enhancement surgery. Or some cleft palate work. My lips are puffy and red and crusty. I will not be able to kiss any of you for weeks.
I'm onto Low Life, yet another tale of early new york's seamy underbelly. I am in love with the work 'rookery'.
4:39 p.m. - 2004-08-12
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