this was the past
it can always be deleted
31.Jan.2004 - fire. on. babylon.
29.Jan.2004 - I close my eyes
28.Jan.2004 - but it's as ephemeral as it feels
26.Jan.2004 - it's a mistake.
24.Jan.2004 - the blush upon the snow
22.Jan.2004 - here's why it's creepy, folks.
20.Jan.2004 - this is for your own good.
19.Jan.2004 - ouch.
18.Jan.2004 - i love him i love him i love him i love him
16.Jan.2004 - bjork WAS brought by the stork, folks
15.Jan.2004 - brief moment of silence.
14.Jan.2004 - just one beat of your heart.
13 and a half.Jan.2004 - an hour of shaping
13.Jan.2004 - when it rains in oklahoma, i only think of your eyes.
11.Jan.2004 - an evening with el diablo
09.Jan.2004 - for a minute there, i bored myself, i bored myself.
09.Jan.2004 - and I only have two cigs left.
08.Jan.2004 - VANISH. EXPECTATION.
07.Jan.2004 - your lord, your christ
05.Jan.2004 - "fuck" is the sexiest word in history
03.Jan.2004 - an open letter to david gahan
the first of january 2004 - I don't even remember what I shouted as I came down.
and replaced with something better
2001: I was never proud of all of this blatantly misguided past
2002: I fell in love with all of you despite distance
2003: when inebriated heart-ache crashes into surrealism and maternal tragedy
2004: I drank too much