magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

30 January 1999

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after playwriting this morning i've spent most of the day working on web stuff. boring html mostly, but it feels good to be doing something, i was starting to feel a little disconnected earlier. a few minutes ago i was taking a short break for some instant soup, sitting in the sunlight streaming through the window, and my hip started vibrating. it was er!n, who i had actually just been thinking about. todayisbeautiful,don'tfogettonotice she says. so i stepped outside. pure blue sky.