quarter till 3 thing

i spent the evening with mingus (ah-um) and was mostly thinking about her and whittling away the hours till monday ("the waiters turn out the lights and he slips into unconciousness: when this man is lonely he sleeps.") and knowing how it folds, a little is never long enough and too long doesnt exist at this point doesn't nearly cover it so i'll lay down, thank sartre, and sleep.

2003-09-01 | 7:21 p.m.
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