here we are again doing stupid things again 2009.
remember yesterday three yesterday-hundred more.
what a crazy day with a giant break what a monthly wait
when you can tie never up in a knot or shoestrings and throw the ball out the window
when I can sit here where I sat, still, and look at frames unchanging
and i wonder what and i wonder what and i wonder-want what i've done.
whistle a goodbye tune to my yesterday as I walk down a hill
into what I don't really often know but that's the only way that I know to go

it will be different this time, and strangely so. i wonder if the pictures will be down.