Saturday, October 09, 2004
Fall without assignments. The days get shorter but the don't stop coming. Routine is a trash can full of excuses. When the time comes I'll get around to it. Time isn't coming though, just days. One right after another like words on a page no one will read. There is order and form but no meaning. Opportunity comes in a cereal box. If only I could afford it.
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