Monday, June 26, 2006

i faintly recall sitting on a wilson street curb, rearranging my bag. it might have been here that such roll of clothes rearranged, did not quite make the leap back into the bleu.satchel. i most likely set the log behind me. the bag lifted. someone look down wilson street. miss sylvias jeep was parked west of the monoterrace past that crazy intersection of angles on the northerly side of the street. it should be here that my log of favorites remains. the bumbs!

oh and sorry i missed the congraduaslatori line. congramsee!wee!


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