Sunday, April 06, 2008
art imitating life
o yeah? he says when
he finds out I write.
what kind of stuff?
o, you know, whatever comes to mind.
o yeah?
sure. I can't afford to be picky.
hey, he says, that's a good one.
you should write that one down.
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