Saturday, August 9, 2008

hotel+airport=

i am not going to write anything i want to write. i'm not going to write about the one i didn't see yesterday, or the one i'm staying with tonight, or the one who turns 29 tomorrow.

i am not going to write anything i want to write. i'm not going to write about the one picking me up tomorrow, or the one with the same name i live with, or the one with the same name debating sex fests and Bob Dylan in Baltimore.

i'm not going to write anything i want to write because i do not feel comfortable. i am in a hotel near the airport, the air conditioner keeps cycling stale, and there is something to be said for beds on the floor. if this trip had been punctuated, it would have been all commas, but what i really need is a period

i'm not going to write anything i want to write, [text deleted].

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