August 29, 2005
Apt. Nazareth
learned the hard way
that you
can wash
and dry
yr. TV/VCR combo
remote control
and everything comes
out totally
fine.
August 25, 2005
Fug & Lettuce
By noon I'm already falling asleep in a classroom. I should have worn a clean pair of jeans on the first day of school, like I used to do. How did I meet new peoples on those first first days? I guess I didn't smell bad. I was a child, I'm sure I smelled bad. I don't think I smell bad now. The jeans maybe. But the shirt is clean, hell, the hair is washed. Teeth, okay, not brushed, but brushed up, or brush up'd. The tummy, puffy but fed. Multivitamin, may have taken two by accident. Iron overdose. Too much vitamin C, trip harder but faster.
I wonder what went wrong.
Its "all good".
Order double expresso in large cup, then get free refills of coffee.
Shit yrself madly.
My left foot hurts. I woke up barefoot and stepped on my keys. Still hiply clipped to my jeans. Cut up my toes. 'Beener. Where's that 'sporin. That
neo-sporin.
Bike, sit, sleep, shit, type, sip, dip.
Tired whiteboy pseudo yoga.
I'm back at school. Out of DC and back in America. Living another nine months for three months in the district. Of course not, but uh huh.
Transparent bloogie.
