payday is such a wonderful day!
there is something about checking my balance and not seeing the minus sign that makes me smile.
poetry night was....
good?
i was glad for all that came to listen (most of them diarylanders, all of them friends of mine)
but i was sad that there were only three poets reading.
i have this vision of my open mic poetry night as this convergence of the arts.
not just poets, but painters and musicians, free thinkers and whoever else.
i want poetry night to be cool.
right now its the anti-cool.
its lame
boring
sucky
depressing
i want greenwich village
but i got greenville texas
ugh, it (i) needs help.
3:34 p.m. - 2003-09-10
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