it's a mixed up muddled up shook up world says my lola

and there, in line for anything at all (there's always lines everywhere) and waiting for what or who or when you need these words: convenience stores haven't been convenient in years and most smokers buy by the pack not by the carton and how much like the rest of us is that?

so around you is turning over leaves and faiths uprooted unturned and allowed only to yourself and then only very quietly (the wind is a sage with all the wisdom of lost tears and rich lavendar fabric) and it only comes back: confusion and worry workers too hard too little too much we can't decide we're lazy and hasty all at once impatience like loterry tickets and slowness like snooze buttons we can't make up our minds is this only one more part of the american way is this only this way in america?

we need long dinners out and glasses of wine not chugged back, slow food and slow sex slow motions and a little bit of breathing room to smile with smile through is anything at all alive anywhere? i mean, why btoher breathing if we can't enjoy the feel of cold air in our lungs? backwards, is all (most of the time) we are.

2004-07-03 | 3:30 p.m.
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