<Mountainous Heathen!>

crepevine

saturday has left us very quickly. starting out with buckwheat noodles, and ending with shea it isn't so foot cream. for softness, not for foot disease. apparently, rockridge is down college, past the regular college things. they just like to call themselves something different. maybe the further down you go, the more expensive the cups of coffee get, but it was still cute.

i have to disinfect my pens tomorrow. i have to read many articles about my mind and i have to clean all the windows in this apartment at some point. summer's almost over, and sad to say, it didn't feel like a long time at all. when i come back, the crowds will have already arrived. they will have put up the pasta special again, and running across campus won't be taking fifteen minutes anymore; more like twenty minutes of dodging umbrellas, bikes, and cell phones.

i tell jenny her dispair can be from worse things. you could have no legs. you could have a fear of the outdoors, and your dad could be a criminal.

i read wise words this morning not having realized them as i read them last night:
why man survives--the machine does not know why it's got a bug up its ass.

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Saturday, August 06, 2005 crepevine saturday has left us very quickly. starting out with buckwheat noodles, and ending with shea it isn't so foot cream. for softness, not for foot disease. apparently, rockridge is down college, past the regular college things. they just like to call themselves something different. maybe the further down you go, the more expensive the cups of coffee get, but it was still cute. i have to disinfect my pens tomorrow. i have to read many articles about my mind and i have to clean all the windows in this apartment at some point. summer's almost over, and sad to say, it didn't feel like a long time at all. when i come back, the crowds will have already arrived. they will have put up the pasta special again, and running across campus won't be taking fifteen minutes anymore; more like twenty minutes of dodging umbrellas, bikes, and cell phones. i tell jenny her dispair can be from worse things. you could have no legs. you could have a fear of the outdoors, and your dad could be a criminal. i read wise words this morning not having realized them as i read them last night: why man survives--the machine does not know why it's got a bug up its ass. posted by ...me at 10:45 PM