2007.10.04
I stayed up late last night. Reading. It must be like a drug, staying up late. It brings into focus the glues and binders. The ties and strings. Not bad things, surely - for they, too, can be beautiful in their own right. And the tiny echos and stillborn dreams that (I'll bet my ...) we all hear and have tucked away. Best not to worry about those things, I think, because they really are like mental burrs: they itch and can lead to infection.
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Today is: Go find a Poet and Kick 'em Day!
