Ca m’épate, mais c’est comme ça.

by Angeliska on March 29, 2005

I’ve been dreaming nightly of tigers and of mothwings. I wake and remember fragments, and then recall the words that roused them: “I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be in this room the hours (…)

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13 bees – Things I’ve done that perhaps you haven’t. Yet.

by Angeliska on March 12, 2005

1. Smoked opium in grass huts with Burmese hill-tribes in the Golden Triangle. I was too nauseous and nervous about the possibility of barfing in their grass hut to enjoy it much, though.But at least I didn’t hurl on the (…)

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