Saturday October 30, 1994 Nelson B.C.

Devil's Night: "The woman is perfected
Her dead body flows
In the scrolls of her robes"

I am in a place called the Sanfrancisco of Canada and I am staying with this person I never even talked to in high school after four years of sharing classes. TL is away for a bit in Vancouver. It is weird here, people living in self-built cabins in the woods. No phones, no heat, no water but lots of welfare. The person I'm staying with is moving tomorrow across town but I can't move in and TL has the tent and I'm homeless. But happy. Very white here and so hippy it turns my hate of their dumpy-ghostly trippyness livid. I am fufilled in my unliked lost loved surroundings and the mountains are purple at night.


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I spent Devil's night with a boy who doesn't read very well but whom I may love I guess and he only reads comic books and doesn't even read them just looks at the pictures.

"Why are you staring at me? For the same reason you are staring at me."

Naked except for panties with 100% cotton label still affixed. It itches but gives good diversion. For here in this wood heated box there are no distractions except for the ones (she) and I invent.