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i'd walk through a thousand walls made of glass

if through them i could see the face of the one who would be

Created on 2006-09-27 14:43:32 (#11252951), last updated 2007-05-01

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Name:	daisy kay
Birthdate:	1981

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ask me.

Please do not let my name fool you. My mother named me Daisy Kay, and I have fond memories of my father swinging me up on his shoulder, calling me his 'Special Little Kay'. When I went to college in England, my fiancee nicknamed me 'Special K'. Obviously a sign of the type of relationship I was in.

I left him and upon coming back to the state, I chose to live in New York and pursue my acting career, hoping to find a place for my quick wit and sultry pipes on the stage. In the meantime I freelance write.

There are five people who hold the keys right now. Christopher, a twenty-something I met while stopping in some coffee shop. When I inquired as to weather they used trade-free cofee beans, he laughed. It turns out he was an enviromental-science major at NYU, and knew exactly what I was talking about.

Evan, my age, a fellow aspiring actor. I met him at an adution for an off- broadway production. I was adutioning for a rather risque role, and Evan was drawn to my commitment to my work. I was drawn to Evan's obvious prowess. When he asked to study with me I laughed. Instead I suggested we study other forms art I knew of.

Katherine, a freelance writer I met while out hitting the bars with my friends. Long chestnut hair that I can not help but tangle my hands in. She was the proverbial number on a coctail napkin. My lover for her is deep and sometimes scary, I find myself thinking mad thoughts when I am with her. My time with her is most intimate.

Geisha, my two year old beagle. I adopted her on a whim. I do not even know if she is a purebred, after all, she was an adoptee. But she is home, and I love her.

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I hold the last key, and the lock.