as we watched willem dafoe go insane for no reason, my sister turned to me and said, “i hate pure evil.”
Archive for May, 2002
i wish there was a way to keep cold weather; to stuff it in the side pocket of my suitcase, to put it on a shelf when i get home, like a souvenir. i can’t, though, and eventually i’ll forget about long sleeves, about jackets and boots. frozen fingers. tea. when i get home it will be hot–it has always been hot–and it will be hot for the rest of my life.
i’m going to be gone for about a week, okay? i’ll see you next friday or saturday. in the meantime, talk amongst yourselves.
verisign = crotch rats.
