25 September 1999
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at least she's protecting my (something)
or you'd be all over me right?
not so, but so prickly cheeked gorgeous.
i never thought of myself as a queensland-
type person (despite the blonde hair)
or a poetry-type person (sorry, the designer is still rendering the font).
i mean what was on offer - historical re-enactment?
are there school uniforms for giants?
helvetica saves the forests. isn't that taking it a bit far?
though it's just now (pause) i realise that i have to protect myself
from my sudden over-investments.
& who knows what i'm capable of saying with poetic restraint?
i stencil the boundary
with fresh tenderness
(& scrunch-up form).