this weekend - when i haven't been questioning the scruples of Bill Shakespeare, or sitting around with my eyes closed, or taking people to the airport at 5am, or eating meals in silence, or writing long letters in voices inflected , or Skyping Vancouver, or receiving emails about antibiotic suppositories from Colombians in France - i've been experimenting with very long sentences. but all this is besides the point.
the point is that last night i walked downtown, spacey as a cadet, and watched anomalous bickering. less subtle minds might place blame on the pumpkin spice ale, but i know it was not the ale...
it was my immortal, stalwart enemy - the pumpkin.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
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