The World of the Purple Chicken

2003-05-12T18:11:00.000-04:00

hey baby - miss me with a pain that hurts your soul do you miss my scent in your bed do you miss me at all?

2001-09-06T16:14:00.000-04:00

So its been a while - and I have the words - but life is getting in the way and I got sick last weekend - will try to fix this weekend promise. So who is checking this out? - blitz me at baisasa@hotmail.com I wanna know.

2001-08-28T07:12:00.000-04:00

busy with work - but it ends soon - so lots of writing this weekend.

2001-08-22T11:54:00.000-04:00

Well I wrote last night - but not this kind of writing ya dig Here is the poem I read at the last mothertongue (www.mothertongue.org) I shook when I read it - thanks to Lauren, Myasia and Drey who held my hand. Anyway I dropped out of moto - so I should have more time for the Purple Chicken - but maybe just more for the other kind of writing. Sam’s Calls And now I’m finally free not because

2001-08-21T13:00:00.001-04:00

There was a flood - not ooh a trickle - but the bathroom ceiling opened and soaked the bathroom and half the bedroom. All is well now - but there was no writing as I was away at a friend's - making things more complicated. This weekend the beach - so I will blog again on the 27th. blitz me to complain - baisasa@hotmail.com

2001-08-21T13:00:00.000-04:00

2001-08-16T07:48:00.000-04:00

going on that midnight train to Georgia tonight - so later - tomorrow I promise - but i wrote two pages last night - the just don't go after the last entry. kisses

2001-08-09T19:48:00.000-04:00

He sat up more to not just because of the touch of this beautiful flirtatious stranger but because he was on that same flight to Boston. They talked until their flight to Paris was called. They compared other Business Class Lounges, services and airports. Not uncommon talk for most business travelers. But he confessed a secret most business traders don’t have for another. “I had a dream

2001-08-08T20:40:00.000-04:00

“So, you were hitting on me?” “I never said I stopped.” She looked over a group of men smoking and made a face. “You don’t like smoking, I take it.” “Not inside. I don’t smoke myself, it’s the American in me, but smokers should be confined to the small sheltered places outside or that glass cube of smoke they have in airports to do their dirty business.” “You’re right, it is strange seeing

2001-08-02T18:39:00.000-04:00

“Well, of course,” she sat down next to him. “You have great blue eyes.” “Thank you.” “Are you here on business?” “Yes, unfortunately. And you.” “A bit of both. So was that you? You were running and had on this blue coat.” He lifted up the blue coat, she saw him in the other day. “Like this?” he recognized her, but was too floored by her approach. Never, in his thirty years had a woman

2001-08-02T17:14:00.000-04:00

Sorry - still trying to figure things out with this - will blog tonight - and it will be a bit longer - maybe. and for you know who you are about last night - fuck off - twice is absolutly unexcusable and you still haven't appologized.

2001-08-02T15:49:00.000-04:00

2001-08-02T12:57:00.000-04:00

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