"Im being a social sunflower on a wall, or whatever you call it."

oh, wow.

SaM.

A Red-head
walks up to the makeup counter
and eats a tube of beige lipstick
half-way then puts it back
in the wrong slot
on the wall.
And this

also makes the
bread melt around that
toothpick with green plastic
decorating the top

stuck into the
sandwich like half a
finger stuck into the
bottom of a glove.

SaM.

"One of the curators thought we were total dumbasses!"

-hollared and I heard it from my balc
ony.

SaM.

My 12:30 class was cancelled,

so I thought: now's as good
a time as any to sit in the library and
write about myself.


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Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.---speak.

Video games are the De-fuckin-vil. And a waste of life, stop!

I guess I'm doing a poetry reading at Blake High this Friday the fresh 13th.

Things are new and borrowed these days.

SaM.

I just finished the first day of my new job---

I'm hostessing at the Columbia on St. Arman's circle, anyhow. It was exactly the job I wanted, so I'm happy.

Full-time working until school starts.
But what else is there?

[I get all the cuban bread I want]

SaM.

( This )

Not that anybody reads this, but you should come down to Sarasota this Saturday at Midnight

for the

GOLDEN CALF WALL!

hosted by yours truly.


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William s-fuckin' boroughs.

Thanks for the wild turkey and the Passenger Pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts ( Read more... )

I'm dog/cat/bird/fish sitting over Thanksgiving for a woman at work.

Oh yeah, I teach Hebrew School now, haha. I don't even know. The money's good, and as long as I don't have to spend more than 6 hours a week with Middle-Schoolers, I'm skrraight.

This woman has a postcard with two dogs on the beach that says:

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