Peggy journal entries

 These are journal entries, letters and alternative background essays associated with Peggy Yacyniak. I wrote several novels about her, and tried to combine these with the last non-fiction version. But decided to post them separately, one as the original non-fiction novel, and then these essays as background for anyone who would like to go beyond the novel. I'll be posting the original fictional novel at some point in the future.

05- Journal Dec. 27, 1986

08- Journal Jan. 28, 1987

10- End of the world

12- Love taps and hugs

19- Petition drive

21- One big cosmic joke

22- She’s a mystery to me

26- The virgin and the whore

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