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.profile. .diaryland. .song. .story. .things. .records. .rings. .site. [in the shadow of my unwavering love] 2004-07-27 5:49 pm I called in sick to work due to extreme vertigo. Having trouble standing. Though I know the culprit [allergy affectations can be a bitch], it's still annoying. How to say you can't stand up because of your fucked up inner ear? So I've spent the day sitting, scrying for emotion, flipping through laminations of fashion. The new story, Graffiti, is going somewhere big. I can't decide where; I just know it's going. Never before have I felt such pleasure in a product of creation. As I wrote, I thought, yes! This is so good! [The evening began with my usual dilemma: how to deal with this well of unwavering love for that man?] Since it's my staff rec for the month, I keep rereading bits of Angel Sanctuary, volume one, and crying out due to its lack of recognition. I am an angel, Lapis Lazuli. I wish I could say what I want.
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