Monday, April 6, 2009

I was running. On a sand path. In the arroyo. In berkeley. In palm springs. In a commercial. I kept on running past words written in the sand. Pasadena, Are you one of us. PAsadena, see what you want to see. Those two. With hearts and squiggles around them. Grace and Naomi, maybe some others had been there before me, they wrote it for me. I was at home, again, on break. On Allen. Leaving... I Saw a guy. He remembered me. He said you were really obnoxious one time before. I felt guilty. The power was now in his hands. Tenfold. I was shopping at a really cheap store. Ross, TJ max. Like a rolling stone perhaps. I was at chipotle. Indian food. Jessie was eating. Jessie and caity. I followed them in. Disneyland. The pinnoccio restaurant. She didn't even like it, but she got more better food than I did. I finished my plain rice and looked at hers spilling out of a big tub. A bagel. 


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