Monday, January 09, 2006
Conversationing on 9th Street; San Francisco
I'm going to the Club tonight.
This is a matter of doing and wanting to do.
If asked I deny I have children.
I am young. Once I was younger.
The first few years of my life were ok.
I always felt I'd be happy with somebody.
I'm trying to remember the first song I ever heard.
I am one of four children.
My first boyfriend had burgundy hair.
Once he threatened to beat me.
I was tired of his never being around.
I never got to go nowhere.
I don't know what made me leave him.
I have no money.
It went down the drain.
I find it easy finding boyfriends.
It's not a matter of rebound.
I often feel things are over.
I never feel happily ever after.
I'm never clear, when questioned, what's going on.
What's going on.
I don't know.
I become quiet.
When I look into the camera I feel alive.
I do not remember ever having a son.
It was a mistake having a girlfriend.
I don't want to see him.
His mother won't let me see him.
I dyed my hair burgundy.
I want my blonde hair back.
My new boyfriend helps me forget unpleasant matters
I feel boxed in again.
I want to join others who care about the future.
I'm going through a crisis right now but I can't describe it.
Who will teach him numbers.
Who will teach him colors.
I don't care he's moved on.
I just feel so bad
I feel that my body is a sycamore leaf.
-- Jeff Wietor
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