Wednesday, December 05, 2007

FortyEightHourDays

Tell.me.something.good.











[I.bombed.the.SATII.more.than.I.have.bombed.anything.in.my.life..

I.wonder.if.it.matters.]













---I.thought.of.that.man.from.Ireland.today.and.I.miss.him.so.much..


He.was.an.angel.---








{Boston.University.can.feel.free.to.shove.it..


So.can.Berkeley.if.worse.comes.to.worst.}














&I.still.love.theatre.rehearsal..even.if.it.is.for.Fame.&




















...as usual, this jumbled mess has nothing to do with the word "profound"...





but it is my diversion from a world where





I





am





monstrous.














...or just remembering





...or bitter





...or daydreaming





...or insane











Either way,

I'm doomed kids.




Delicious.

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