i memorized a poem for her. ee cummings my love is building a building. memorized it after we sat on the steps, handing my cummings book back and forth, showing our favorites. her was that one.

so i memorized it.

i was memorizing a lot of stuff around then. some hamlet, some macbeth. such and such.

ive forgotten most of it, though.

though the to be or not to be part came back to me last night. which was kind of weird.

she being brand was the first cummings poem i ever heard. its what made me fall for his work. and yeah my writing took on some of his traits.

him, faulkner, neruda, silverstein. seuss. all of em have twisted my writing, made it a mimic of theirs, with a twist of my own tossed in.

theres another writer out there that influenced me greatly, but i cant remember his name nor the title of the work. it was a collection of short stories with little twists to em. i remember one story, it was the... uh... title track to the collection, it was about a boy who always said something, like with a shoe, with a bone, i think it was with a bone. and a bone. something of the like. he said it after everything he said. turned out there was a skeleton buried near his house he had to find and collect the pieces of and get together.

i cant remember it, yo, but i remember that the twists made me see something i had never saw before.

so there.

i need to eat some lunch yo.

ah, went into work this morning. boss and i were the only two there. boss lady's boyfriend came in. she stood up, started sort of fighting him, going "ooh oh oh oh ooh POKEMON! oh yeah im too fast for you ooh oh oh."

so i was laughing. at her. not with her, at her.

then she said "i have an infallible sense of grace."

and, of course, i couldnt see for a moment i was laughing so hard.

shes undoubtedly the best boss ive ever worked for.

but she wants to go back, go to graduate school. applyin to yale and some places along the west coast.

alas.

heh, my current favorite song? shaggy...

she saw the marks on my shoulder heard the words that i told her... caught me red handed creepin with the girl next door.

of course, i only like it because of the sound the words make.

heh.

by the by, im damn attracted to dancers and singers, musicians. anyone that connected to music gets me just because... its a cloudy thing for me.

tell her that im sorry for the things that ive done.

i was once told i had a good ear for the cadence of language.

and thats as close to making music as ill ever come. hell, i suck with kazoos.

hour and a half before im off. then another hour or so before i get to where i could make a local call in privacy.

yeah buddy.

heh, you know what would suck? if i got her parents' answering machine. i hate answering machines, much less parents' answering machines.

then, after i make the call and either talk to her, leave a message with someone, or hang up on a machine, im going to take a shower and then... hell, maybe i can meet with her tonight. but shes probably got family around. er. tonight ill do somethin, be it with her or with someone else.

by the by, come on over, the song, reminds me of the girl just because she doesnt understand why she like its.

im all packed. or i will be, once i get the laptop stored away.

the boss lady asked me if i would buy her a puppy.

lot of people have been asking stuff about me lately. its flattering, sure, but... yeah.

ive really got to meet someone soon. someone that completely takes me away for a little bit.

or i need to get together with someone i already know who does that. jess or jackie. becca.

hey, you know, i might be able to see jess today.

man.

im just wasting some space now, so im gonna stop and maybe eat, we shall see... yeah, hey, ive got some mixed fruit.

well i do.

and im gonna eat it. yo.