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the moon is always female 11.01.03 1:51 pm halloween in pioneer square last night and we descended into the throng of hooplaness hoonanigans: two dark fairies, a vampire and a cavewoman. christa and i were glitter galore, she in her pvc and bitchboots, me in my spiderweb velvet skirt and dark glitter wings. i have pink-streaked hair. my feet hurt. i am packing for portland to do it all again tonight. i spied the moon while driving, peaking beneath a solitary cloud in an otherwise black velvet chill. she was butteryellow in a half smile and i felt the urge to dip my hand into a ripple. i smiled to myself when no one was looking.
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