keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Monday, Mar. 28, 2005 - 7:09 pm >>
nice weather for airstrikes

this weather makes my tummy ache. this weather hurts my eyes.

there are people everywhere, grieving for the losses they lost. the wins they won. and the chances they had and gave away. and the saucers beneath their coffee cups.

you can take the train home ... i'll take the road. the one that leads to the mountains. i'll stay there until the end of winter. then everything will be bright and easy again. yeah ..