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[09 Mar 2006|06:24pm] |
strange; i waited for about 45 seconds at
the busstop at 46th and troost this morning.
someone who'd appeared to be wait
ing too left as soon at the thing
stopped for us.
strange. and only about 3 minutes
at 39th and troost, where the number25
connects to the number39 which connects
to the number57 at main street, which too
was less than a cigarette's time in
layover. some lady told me my ears
were just darling. then she lit a cigarette
and looked down the lanes.
strange. the honeymoon was over
then and the day fell into place as my hands
cannot hurry enough in helping the hours on.
so then i have all the time in the world
devoted to the distinct business of sitting.
strange though life moves and
keeps us tuned, indeed...no(any)thing can be
mundane, except any(no)thing is how it was
made. see now, how
strange?
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