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2004-02-25 - 9:29 a.m. there has been a lot of intense happenings in my life as of late, but i don't like putting personal things on here anymore. so if you're looking for my mention of your name, it will not be here and i'd rather talk about things. and write about vagueness. i have to memorize this poem for poetry class by some guy. it starts off i have two coffins and only one wife who loves me like a neighbor. my favorite line is, i have a map of the region where the kiss is deepest,, a duplex cathedral for my hells and heavens, and one oily feather. here is what i, personally, have. tits that droop to the crook of my elbow. hacky lungs and a broken bicycle. two typewriters and about 35 big scars. i am being irresponsible now because i never could at sixteen, at eighteen. i haven't been this scatterbrained and impractical since i was 14. i'm dropping things, spelling words wrong and falling. my back hurts and my yoga teacher makes up new poses for me since i can't do the ones everyone else is doing. i feel broken.
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