22 April 2011

i hoped to be remembered as the one, who-

Vintage BMW's, distressed chinos, Chateau D'Armajan Des Ormes. Do you remember that fall day, years ago, when time stretched wide as the loaming grey sky? The pink dawn when a spring bird song was the only alarm?
Kind of fun being old enough to see youthful predictions come true. What's the cliche? Be careful what you wish for, kids...
I've always lived as if I have an eternity at my fingertips. S'pose I do, if I give reincarnation its due. But it is lovely to learn the strict about-face. That the opposite of what I once believed is also true, too. Am I repeating myself? I detect a theme in this blog...
I find myself laughing a lot lately, and eight more days to go--then school's done, and work begins--or is it the other way around? O fuck off, Herbert. The insufferablenes of it all is getting a little much. Time for a little Steely. Dan, that is...

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