The semester is over in six weeks, and I can't wait. I shall not say more, because this is the Internet, but it will be nice to say goodbye to a handful of folks.
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The last two days have found me up too late at night and crashing into a nap from five to seven. It's a nasty cycle to be in, but something about Daylight Savings caught me off-guard this year.
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My brother's in Hong Kong. That's pretty cool.
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I want to be in L.A. Something about palm trees and beautiful people.
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Lately my ear's been bleeding mystery blood. This is not a metaphor.
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Okay. I know it's the Internet, but here's a nibble: You can't say that this and this and this "aren't poetry" and "boring" and "hard to read" and then turn in forty couplets about What It Feels Like When Someone You Love Dies.
Another taste: we are not workshopping the former Poet Laureate of America.
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I have dreams of raking all the piles of old leaves and decomposing shit from the yard, then building a little patio of cinder block, then staking out the corners with big potted palms, then setting up a little cafe table and drinking coffee and listening to the birds.
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I'd like to see a cover proof one day.
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Man, I'm cranky.
i love you. we're on the same page as usual again.
ReplyDeletefor me, today is special because it's the first day i cried *before* work, because i had to go in at all, and not *after*, because i had such a miserable day.
anyway, i'm concerned about your ear... and a little turned on.
i have problems, i know. oh, but i have friends in LA you can stay with!!
Ahhhh. I'm sorry. There is nothing worse than the pre-work dread cry.
ReplyDeleteCome sit on my patio! Rather, come help me build the patio. Then we can sit on it.