first draft: yeah yeah, essays schmessays)

Monday, November 27, 2006

yeah yeah, essays schmessays)

I'm drinking hot chocolate out of my snowflake mug. And in an hour, I'm going to make a snowman. Maybe a beach snowman, looking out at the ocean.

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This is the song everyone/ would like to learn: the song/ that is irresistable:// the song that forces men/ to leap overboard in squadrons/ even though they see the beached skulls// the song nobody knows/ because anyone who has heard it/ is dead, and the others can't remember.// Shall I tell you the secret/ and if I do, will you get me/ out of this bird suit?// I don't enjoy it here/ squatting on this island/ looking picturesque and mythical// with these two feathery maniacs,/ I don't enjoy singing/ this trio, fatal and valuable.// I will tell the secret to you,/ to you, only to you./ Come closer. This song// is a cry for help: Help me!/ Only you, only you can,/ you are unique// at last. Alas/ it is a boring song/ but it works every time.

snow day
it's snowing!!!
blubbering idiot
work in progress
lesson planning burnout
city lights
step a-gaily on we go. . .
"On procrastination"
It's a dark day in Vancouver when. . .
self-fulfilling prophecy

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Monday, November 27, 2006

yeah yeah, essays schmessays)

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Siren Song-- M. Atwood

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