11:09 PM
3.20 pages of bullshit written.
as george bush muses,
"mission accomplished."

see previous post, my confused birdies.

i am going to write some impromptu haikus about my day:

this tea is no good
too bitter because the bag
was ignored by me

sweaty palms on mats
slip fall ouch bleeding damn you
downward facing dog

some people plan, i
always do life last minute
sorry i forgot

i should be working
but i can't stop clicking things.
oops is that some porn?

fat men run commerce
loud and on cells they're scary
i want a real job

you read all of these?
i love you more than choc'late
comment me you bitch

Geoffrey


making flowers grow



if you don't love me
let me go

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