i had an anti-social weekend, surrounded by many, living by one. i finally got around to running...late at night, all alone. and it was nice. life has been changing a lot and i finally took the time to step back and examine all of it. and i'm stuck. sometimes i can't fix everything and i can be pissy about it and move on. "we're movin' on up/to the east side." we talked great gatsby in english today and about east and west egg. don't ask me where these connotations come from. my mind keeps floating between topics, hard to concentrate. here's a poem about a guy i met at the state hospital:
how about falling through cosmic unity?
russian prison inmate
DIY tattoos from afghanistan
matches lit
light to solitary flame
currently spinning: lou reed: take a walk on the wild side