condesnation
due (dew--hum...) dates,
family trip to snowy away,
over due
reports
yet to be due
essays
memories and missing and
crosswiring of wanting to write letters when thereis no time.
so here it is. some love,
sprinkeld with a desperate
exhausted but
surviving/thriving
see u soon
family trip to snowy away,
over due
reports
yet to be due
essays
memories and missing and
crosswiring of wanting to write letters when thereis no time.
so here it is. some love,
sprinkeld with a desperate
exhausted but
surviving/thriving
see u soon
posted by blueolive at 9:42 a.m.
1 Comments:
the world is different after a due date, after an interview, like I feel mildly sorry for that agitated soul who dumped their whole breakfast out in disgust this morning, who couldn't pay attention to finish a cigarette, who paced for four hours and then tried to change shirts two seconds before having to be out the door.
Who was that? What was he so worried about? The interview was like explaining logarithms to a baby. That is, I knew how to do it, and the baby liked the chatter, so what could go wrong?
love,
Q
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