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Los Floating Cunts
2002-07-09 // 2:40 p.m.

It's the kind of day where I have to think about remembering my cunt.

That's a weird sort of day, all fuzzy and gray and mostly sort of...detached, I think. Yes, that seems like the right word. Detached.

It's almost as if I am hovering above my cunt, like I'm some alien vehicle, an unidentified flying object above my own cuntscape.

And now, just thinking like that, I feel like a spacegirl. I feel inside out and g-force and floating all at once, feel outsider and insider all at once as well.

This is a bizarre feeling, this detachment thing. Good for documentation, I suppose.

May my cunt come back to me, seven fold.


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