short now

had an indian lunch, reading new york times and smiling big, wine galss with water and the waitress brought me a cup of ice. it was pleasant and aromatic as only an indian restraunt can be, wonderful. then a few pedal an errand or two and back to work. long frantic day and turbulent winds, life is wirling around me, oddly. where did all this loathing come from?

2003-08-05 | 2:39 p.m.
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