dimanche, décembre 11, 2005

24...24...hours ago oh OH

what is this what is this what is this what is this
what is this what is this what is this what is this
what is this what is this what is this what is this
what is this what is this what is this what is this

last night at grassroots someone played
Strawberry Fields...this is a song I've heard
over and over and over and over
as it was one of the first 45 records Matthew
ever purchased...
I never really understood or thought I missheard
the part about nothing

to get hung about...

it's sunday and I don't know what I'm doing...

its sunday and I don't know what I'm doing...


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ok...I'm hooked...hook hook hooked...
on phonetics,
on repetition,
on lists,
on old, yellow, colorless-purple typed...
letters
and adjec
tives...ja...
je pense..je

suis...truely
hooked on all that...mr safire
what about hooking in wartime
1941...gardens and scrapbooks
and the word...um

what was that word?

je ne peut re...re...re

nevermind