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Jul 5, 2007
Jul 4, 2007
Stalker in Ray Bans
In the Garden
Shooting hoops
Between Smith and Court
You will see me at the Y
You will notice me on the street
I always nod politely
You always look at your feet
It'll be raining
And you're hanging around the first floor
Getting wet and smoking
And looking at my door
Stalker, I know it's cold out
Stalker, I know I sold out
Stalker, I won't change my routine
Stalker, I hope you know what that means
You will find me
In the Garden
Shooting hoops
Between Smith and Court
You will see me on the corner
You will notice me on the stoop
Reading DC comics
And eating stale fruit loops
It'll be snowing
But you're going to go out there in a hat
Breathing steam and freezing
And looking at my cat
Stalker, I know I'm not cool
Stalker, I went to public school
Stalker, you can't be here for me
Stalker, I appreciate the company
You will find me
In the Garden
Shooting hoops
Between Smith and Court
Jul 3, 2007
xyz
No cell phone reception but the wifi is plentiful and
distracting.
Exciting thing happened on sunday. I'll tell you
soon.
in the meantime, go here and pretend you read my book.
Jul 2, 2007
Jun 29, 2007
Thirty-two ways to say I love you in your Christ year
One
I left something in the bathroom
Two
I dropped something on the floor
Three
I'll be right back, I swear to you
Four
Don't walk out the door
Is that my shirt you're wearing?
Are you tired of this music?
Can I get you rum and soda?
Do you think you like this chorus?
Nine
I stole you this salt shaker
Ten
I want you to feel better
Eleven
I didn't wash the dishes
Twelve
Can you stand this weather?
Would you like a sandwich?
I can buy this for your mother.
Can you mix this in the mixer?
Would you like another?
Seventeen
I've get twenty things to say to you
Eighteen
Nineteen of them are the same
Nineteen
Please listen to each carefully
Twenty
I've made you a nickname
I love the way your neck sparkles
I love the way the sky glows
I love the space between your words
And the odd shape of your nose
I know you find this funny
I know you think I'm old
I know you know I know you know
I know you're always cold
Take two of these with some water
Take me away from here
Are you done with the bathroom
Do you want one more beer?
Climate Shift Tied to 150,000 Fatalities
By Juliet Eilperin
Washington Post Staff Writer
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/16/AR2005111602197.html