May 042005
He remembered a girl he was really in love with who smashed his heart into smithereens. But he was mistaken. It was not love. And the girl was a carefully prepared squash.
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Ha – Winston was always funny – but reading more of his blog the line between funny and scary gets blurred. i mean, it’d be funny if i didn’t share a history with him – if i wasn’t associated at all – then it’d be abstract and funny…but i do. and that’s when the line gets blurry for me. but i do want him to write more…
specifically though -? i’d argue with “shopgirl” that he wasn’t describing the girl as a squash. but instead – was really talking about a squash, no? Or perhaps I read too much Bukowski.