Friday, August 26, 2005


boy do i have some strange dreams. cleaning out my room today, i find, on the back of a bank statement, an illegible scrawl that i dimly remember waking up at midnight to write. after five minutes of intense study, it looks like the words are this:

i'm an adult now or/ so they tell me
well what was i then for the rest of my life?
and where is the line, i think it/ involves taxes
and whether you pay them, and whether you can.

the next time i have a sudden flash of brilliance in the middle of the night, i think i'll just stay in bed.


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