I rear ended an asian man this morning on my way to school. Everything's fine, really.
My notebook is falling apart, but its survived three soakings, if you count the sweat from the show at the Aladdin Jr.
Four Hours to Kill
to walk through the hills
is what I've wanted to do
since I was a child
walk through the hills
as a child
but never have done
so golden, and green,
and real
and I'm no longer a child
so I drive through the streets
which are not the same
at all.
Friday, September 24, 2010
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love this poem
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