maybe someday there will be a book about us.
young people will read and be inspired by how one small group of friends in some tiny desert town influenced so much of culture.
maybe someday the people we know will be right and we really will become famous.
these diary entries published.
college course dedicated to our correspondence.
maybe someday we will really make great films and write great books. maybe we really will innovate art and music.
maybe our generation, plagued by schizoprenia, will find a unifying voice through our words and our eyes.
or maybe, we will grow old and responsible, find wives and real jobs, wrap up our dreams and discard them into the closets of newfound priorities.
no matter who we are in the future,
we are famous tonight.
dreamers and friends
changing the world over coffee and horrible food.
here is to a late tomorrow
and an active today.
11:20 a.m. - 2005-12-26
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