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wheels on the bus

mr holland is a historical linguist, who dabbles in typology as well. he knows everything about the ancient world. or at least, what seems like everything to me. he asks us, "i've been telling you this for weeks now, but...do you believe it in your bones?" i shake my head only because i can't tell the difference between the sounds. he tells us that words like 'wheel' have reduplication because wheels turn incessantly. he connects everything back to the root, back to speech and reason.

mrs. fleming, on the other hand -- who reminds me very much of my mom -- connects everything back to insulin. she asks us if we excercised today, because we're only fighting a losing battle against time with our bone loss. you still have a couple years, she says, but we know she's edging on truthiness.

ms kobuschewski is polish. she's from the midwest and a naval officer. she calls a kitchen a 'galley' and stealing 'dry labbing.'

there is artery plack and lipid oxidation, but there are also laws that somehow link sanskrit 'cakra' to the english 'wheel.'

they are generations from the days of yore, come to tell us about how it is, how it should be; come to share with us a piece of their mind. and without fail, to each his own more than a tinge of irony and 'khoorde shishe.'

mountainous heathen!
holly girl jennyman cyrus boyk sina boy robert reich honey jaan Prufrock If Afraid So Today's poem		~ Saturday, February 25, 2006 wheels on the bus mr holland is a historical linguist, who dabbles in typology as well. he knows everything about the ancient world. or at least, what seems like everything to me. he asks us, "i've been telling you this for weeks now, but...do you believe it in your bones?" i shake my head only because i can't tell the difference between the sounds. he tells us that words like 'wheel' have reduplication because wheels turn incessantly. he connects everything back to the root, back to speech and reason. mrs. fleming, on the other hand -- who reminds me very much of my mom -- connects everything back to insulin. she asks us if we excercised today, because we're only fighting a losing battle against time with our bone loss. you still have a couple years, she says, but we know she's edging on truthiness. ms kobuschewski is polish. she's from the midwest and a naval officer. she calls a kitchen a 'galley' and stealing 'dry labbing.' there is artery plack and lipid oxidation, but there are also laws that somehow link sanskrit 'cakra' to the english 'wheel.' they are generations from the days of yore, come to tell us about how it is, how it should be; come to share with us a piece of their mind. and without fail, to each his own more than a tinge of irony and 'khoorde shishe.' posted by ...me at 9:28 PM