i was so hungry.  the act of eating an entire pancho villa burrito in about
4 minutes tonight is coming back to haunt me.  8 hours ago and i'm still
regretting that.  it's all about moderation, my dear.

i made myself bleed in the ropes.  tiny scabs on my feet that won't heal.
(burrito burp)  tangled up in the ropes, knowing i should stop but not
wanting to lose the feeling.  i wish i could explain what it feels like to
climb a tiny cotton rope upsidedown with your toes and fingers.  like flying?
like levitating?  magic.  like a superhero.  unstoppable.  insectoid.

and everything else.  it is all too much.  delicious.  terrifying.  hard.
love spread around the world.  be careful not to spread it too thin.


Mon Jan 10 05:16:30 PST 2005

(alana) wanting to be free from responsibility of [x/y/z]'s emotions
(alana) is like being the wind and not wanting to be responsible for
(alana) boats moving. ithink.