Date: 08 Aug 2000
To: sea demon
From: dollyoko


dearest corporate stem
the life here is both sweet and hard
my body lacks a soft touch, i feel myself becoming invisible
under affections which are too gentle for my cruel tastes
pasta becomes a site of retreat
poetry oozes slowly from laziness and despair
i want to fall into deep dollspace zero
return to the realm of the impossible
driftzones of puppets wolves and seademons
under luscious moon
does life have to trawl so inevitably towards boredom
i am a lucky doll but fortune is never enough
want more need more
is it a fuck, or something deeper, that this ghost craves?
all love
dollxoxooox


ps your blue anger has seeped into this text im constantly rewriting, muchas gracias :-)