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Re: poem... Green Through-the-Looking-Glass Eyes, » Jai Narayan

Posted by Atticus on August 13, 2004, at 18:32:05

In reply to Re: poem... Green Through-the-Looking-Glass Eyes,, posted by Jai Narayan on August 13, 2004, at 15:24:57

Thanks as always, Jai. To this day, I still have a crush on Pez. I tried so hard to hide it back in those days, but on this occasion, when we were hanging out on my favorite sculpture in Central Park, I let the cat out of the bag. Hard to hide some things when you're tanked up on meds. You're so right about the trembling hands. It made doing even simple things maddeningly difficult sometimes. By the point this encounter took place in the park (and it really is such a beautiful spot), I'd lost my grip on written language and couldn't do line drawings or cartoons anymore. The pen line would go all over the place. So I was relying on the painting to communicate things. Incidentally, I ran a search-and-destroy program through my anti-viral software this evening, and found that a worm had indeed invaded my hard drive. It's toast now, and I'm not sure it caused yesterday's difficulties, but I was able to access this page after that. Which is a huge relief. Ta. :) Atticus of Atlantis, who's been escorted out of F.A.O. Schwarz on three different occasions when Pez got him too wound up for his own good.


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