May 7th, 2002 - 11:13 p.m.

This morning, two plans, and a short discourse.

The application process of the many layered grandiose. Contained within self imposed circumstance. Multi faceted in its two dimensionalness. A temporary fairy tale reverie, plentiful in magic and mystique. Weaves a beauty out of fatigue swollen faces, drooping from the skull, threatening to drip onto the floor. Lids heavy with paint, lip protruding from stolen sleep.

M., consider your plan pilfered and altered. Here goes: Before this body is allowed to reach the age of thirty, an intelligent and devastatingly handsome man shall be found with whom to have a child. Not a marriage, mind you, nor is there a desire to have this man be a consistent father figure, merely an exchange in genetics. This will require mass orchestration. And money. Sigh, yes, money. If this child is a boy, he shall be named Theodore Daniel (Divine Gift, God is my Judge) , and be referred to as Theo, and petit enfant. If the child is a girl, she shall be named Nicolina Manone (Victory of the People, and the initial M. for M., of course), and be referred to as Nico, and petite enfante. And they shall be raised with too many languages, art, and poetry. Hopefully, I shall be strong enough to allow them to carry their own lives. But really now, this is just a passing thought, and ought not be taken with too much seriousness.

It is this, or I shall merely find a method by which I may purchase a country property, populated by two horses, a few peacocks, a garden to rival the ones in Nice, and various help.

"Why is it that both plans involve the collaboration of large sums of money? Pff. You silly thing," it asks.

"Because they are fleeting, and temporary," she scoffs.

N.

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