Poets and writers drink more intensely. Smoke more intensely. Worship God more intensely. Poets and writers fuck more intensely. Poets and writers give more willingly-- spilling the alphabetical marrow of their souls out into the albino sonogram of hope that is the page, hoping some stranger whom he or she has never before met turns to his crafted syllables in time of dire need and somehow finds solace, finds laughter finds a friend.
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Gratitude
Thank you for calling me at work tonight, daniela!!!!!!!!!You made my night you crazy girl!!!!!!
heh you darn fool. showing off in front of your buddies and what not. i seriously thought i was calling uncle Mike's house! now, what's up with not calling me back? good i am not in a mood for a sulking fit tonight. (-;
Sorry--two hour time difference, plus too much work! AHHHHH! I grilled out in the rain and then fell asleep in front of pre-season football (typical male) Have a great week at Yosemite!
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heh you darn fool. showing off in front of your buddies and what not. i seriously thought i was calling uncle Mike's house! now, what's up with not calling me back? good i am not in a mood for a sulking fit tonight. (-;
Sorry--two hour time difference, plus too much work! AHHHHH! I grilled out in the rain and then fell asleep in front of pre-season football (typical male) Have a great week at Yosemite!
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