Red Rot

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blah blah my day

i have nothing to offer on paper, but i am ridiculously competent

that sounds bad, but I AM BAD.

and i thought that when i pushed the 1* button going down the elevator, and walked out the glass doors into the 60 degree summer night air. i didnt get off until 830 and it was chilly like last summer's nights in Provo when I would ride my bike home from 300 N wearing sweaters and sweatshirts i borrowed from davis.

i would have walked home if i had company. and different shoes. straight through Chinatown, straight through the NW corner

but i am alone and no fool so me and the train and my day and my thoughts and my blah blah hopped on the metro rail

being a romantic is dangerous
and being a realist is a bore

8:29 p.m. - 2006-03-29

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