the passing-lane life.

use is coming along, trading up from one train to another and walking between stages in life, these slow ancient days that pass only in syllables and chants: a switching of pants to make them lean over the right areas, an awkwardness in work concentration, a bullet train of logic and wordings and truths and needs sprayed out over mountains in too many ways to count. there are days just now and a little story from my passing-lane-life.

2004-07-07 | 3:29 p.m.
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