Bits of memory shrapnel. From my brain to the screen, shared.
February 25, 2005
I had autoantibodies against my own saliva, and so I had to brush my teeth with arabian horse toothpaste. I was in a tile bathroom with dim lighting. A girl I know with curly hair wore peach colored curling wrapping ribbon in her hair and around her waist to a new years/july fourth party in a tent. Her boyfriend escorted her from the used car lot to the tent. Her hair and the ribbons blew in the wind.