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I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte

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mucha mosaic
One learns more, regarding Livejournal, poking around at other people's entries now that one can read them. This is probably the final entry I will be writing as myself: what you read from this point forward in time will be fictive.
I'm going to be using this journal to see if I can goad myself into actually writing for a change.
  • now the email makes more sense.

    it reached me before your posted comment did.

    now that i see your journal, the david bowie recordings in my head, which i'd managed to turn down somewhat since my last visit to the sparrow's house, have resumed at normal volume.

    thanks a lot.

    if i had any doubt as to who you were, a quick look at your "interests" confirmed.

    nice to see you here, even though it won't apparently be "you" i see from here on out.

    then again, as i keep telling johnny,

    "if you're the one making up the story, does it matter whether it happened in the world where other people live or not? it's *your* story..."
    • Re: now the email makes more sense.

      But the flavour of the evening in particular still eluded her tongue...
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