Monday, April 18, 2011

No One Belongs Here. Miranda July and Anja Schaffner.

It is as if our feet are in the perfect, honest, loving relationship but from the ankles up, we are lost.

 Now the ball was in his court, it was his job to do with me what he would. What would he do?

Tiny ropes of Misery.

My unexpressed anger at nothing in particular. And: The feeling that there is a next level and I should be on it.

I called out to my own heart, as if she were within me like an egg.

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