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Wednesday, January 14, 2004

I consulted with the Goddess of Sensuality (yes, I’m into hippie spirituality—got a problem with that?) last night about my fears, and she told me I need to own my writing, that I need to do it without fear of what other people might think of me, because it’s for myself and not them. I felt better after that; I came to the fantasy of the entire universe swirling into my vagina and then I slept like a baby.

(You may recall the Goddess of Sensuality being turned into a fruit cocktail a few days back; do not worry, she has since regained her humanlike form. My imagination is such a fun place...)

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