haikus are the things
that come to mind on monday
the day that ends fun.
i be westerner
friday is the orient
far and alluring.
There isn't a mission. There isn't a goal. It's just words on fake paper, sliding and tripping and flowing all over the place, because we're all full up on words in here and there is no way we can keep them inside. Like Tony says, "Nothing in here is true."
Monday, March 27, 2006
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