first of all,
where was shawn morones tonight? the little bastard never showed up.
talked wathcmen with busse and myles. perfect. less than 24 hours i will be deconstructing the film.
in bed now thinking about so many things at once. have a poem in me that must get out:
rocking mind flutters
through picture book
reminds of adventures gone and now
anvil fingers crunch
waving endings to decisive evenings
moon falls below
sun will arrive with obnoxious
leave me to my pillow