some lights seem eternal
in this springtime of hope

don't get short with me

May 22, 2004
At recess Friday this first grade girl came up to me and said, �Guess what is written on my wallet!� I would have given anything for it to be, �Bad Ass Motherfucker� like on Pulp Fiction. I would have loved that. It said her name, what a crock of crap. You know its your damn wallet. What you need is affirmation. You need something to tell what you are and I think it would be cool to be a Bad Ass Motherfucker, without the actual fucking of mothers.

I will compose a real entry shortly.

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