<Mountainous Heathen!>

since you've been gone

kelli sprints across document deli every day to open the door for the delivery boy, whose hair is a different colour every day. kelli is a tall man. very meticulous. he likes things in order, and he doesn't like surprises.

i had a dream about conor last night. for those of you who don't recall, he was our very drugged up angry neighbor who had high blood pressure despite all the weed. anyhow, in the dream, he was yelling about how max was a republican in disguise. needless to say that he was also smoking. to my own surprise i actually miss him and max and alex too. is this what it comes to? cracked out druggies outweigh any sort of bushies?

o god yes.

marty's out having a baby. her name is sarah viola.
i like viola for a girl. viola if it's a girl, krishna if it's a boy. then again, i'm not having kids. so forget that.

when people go on their haituses (haiti?), i forget that i'm still here. i see them gone. as good as gone in their haze of personal growths where it's by all means necessary to shut out sounds, but i watch them go through. a part of me gets shocked every time maybe to the same extent if not more than before, but a bigger part of me understands that this has got nothing to do with me. i'm completely helpless, but i make the mistake of trying. this is between the monster and the beast. and i'm no part of this fight.

but i'm still here. nuisance or not. just hanging out to see whether this one is longer than the last or not.

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Wednesday, June 22, 2005 since you've been gone kelli sprints across document deli every day to open the door for the delivery boy, whose hair is a different colour every day. kelli is a tall man. very meticulous. he likes things in order, and he doesn't like surprises. i had a dream about conor last night. for those of you who don't recall, he was our very drugged up angry neighbor who had high blood pressure despite all the weed. anyhow, in the dream, he was yelling about how max was a republican in disguise. needless to say that he was also smoking. to my own surprise i actually miss him and max and alex too. is this what it comes to? cracked out druggies outweigh any sort of bushies? o god yes. marty's out having a baby. her name is sarah viola. i like viola for a girl. viola if it's a girl, krishna if it's a boy. then again, i'm not having kids. so forget that. when people go on their haituses (haiti?), i forget that i'm still here. i see them gone. as good as gone in their haze of personal growths where it's by all means necessary to shut out sounds, but i watch them go through. a part of me gets shocked every time maybe to the same extent if not more than before, but a bigger part of me understands that this has got nothing to do with me. i'm completely helpless, but i make the mistake of trying. this is between the monster and the beast. and i'm no part of this fight. but i'm still here. nuisance or not. just hanging out to see whether this one is longer than the last or not. posted by ...me at 11:33 AM