The Natatorium

An emporium of oddities from around the world, complete with somewhat informative plaques that almost never match the item they are meant to be describing.

Sunday, August 29, 2004


The shade of purpleish pink beneath my right thumbnail is a most peculiarly beautiful color.

There was a glint of fire in the opals around her neck that perfectly matched her blood-red dress.

I want to-

fuck it.

I don't like the word "depression"... it implies negativity. Let's just call it... new sight.


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