Destroying old bad poetry of mine, like cleaning out a landfill. Some small amount of it is okay, but you know what they say about revision and things...

At least, if any of this is recovered or remembered, it will be under the heading 'juvenalia'.

O came home. Finally, yay. You see, she followed me halfway to work last night, mewing warnings of deep concern at me that we were straying way beyond the borders of our territory. She didn't find her way back home until noon today, and i went to work at six last night. Poor dear beast.

But if you'd rather something lovely, go take tea with me and Alice, why don't you?

now... what can be done with black damask?

05.14.02 - 4:46 p.m.

note to self:

Warm beer is okay.

Flat beer is not.

get rid of the bottles when you're done, dammit.

05.14.02 - 12:37 p.m.

Instead of anything useful today, I posted this. It's old, muy edited, and about at least one dead nazi, and his widow.

Now. Showers. Post Office. that's the ticket.

<<agé chose>>

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