last night i walked in to find a madman ranting through a mouthful of amphetamine and Foucault. somewhere between the punk rock and the Cornell West came a small bag of pita chips. but, as one might expect, this is beside the point.
the point is that the first week of the second semester of classes has come to a close, and somehow my empty day of catch up has already become crowded. the incense is burning, Marvin is singing, the sun is shining - but still i feel the wait.
Friday, January 9, 2009
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