Red Rot

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coming clean

i think, for a few hours, i was better than san francisco. the haight-ashbury is old, 40 years too late, and i am too young, too early to have reached my 1960s sexual prime. still i am equally faded and disillusioned. these beautiful high hills are obstacles, but i will parallel park my car at this 45 degree angle and remember to turn the wheels so it doesnt barrel down when the brakes go out (the brakes inevitably will go out)and sit on the top, sit on the hood, eating lucky charms or the melted wheatabix elizabeth took from the microwave. i am an ass, but content, sitting in this chair, in this body, in this murky drizzle sockless cold of provo because when you barely move the corners of your mouth, you still look like you're smiling. i am not so pressed in god, i am coming clean, i am singing the getupkids with john troutman on the way to a bonfire earlier this summer.

4:42 p.m. - 2005-11-14

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