you let the needle drop, i think that you could do so much better.
okay. so in honor of the fact that its 11:44 and i'm at home and my mom is showering and my dad is sleeping and ali's out doing god knows what, i am posting haiku. i will make no claim to arranging it, and yet the words are all mine. to avoid the dreaded song-lyric syndrome, and i think you know what i mean, i shall only post the first and best haiku. (ps-emilie, as i began to type this haiku that "Bang, Bang" song came on. i liked that, and i thought you might too)
wrote me the story
of sinners ransomed from
the world. here we are.
((if you want more, i predict i shall be posting my other favorites here.))
Saturday, February 7, 2004 12:44am
the root of sadness? reading our words. and reading into you. comprehension hides.
Friday, Feb. 06, 2004
11:44 p.m.
11:44 p.m.