Wednesday, November 19, 2008

WEDNESDAY

Today I said Wyrd Oft nero∞ unfaegne eorl.

Oops wait.

I mean, “Unless he is really doomed, fortune is apt to favor the man who keeps his nerve.”

Did I write a poem with Jughead in it today? Yes I did.

I wrote a poem with blue bonnets, fistfuls of daisies, 5 & 10¢ stores, quarter note tattooes, biceps, The Marriage of Figaro, Hell, and Jughead–today.

Today I decided I will edit it tomorrow, but keep in the daisies, the Jughead, the Marriage of Figaro, but remain undecided about Hell, the biceps, and the 5 & 10¢ stores.

Today I am scared to death, as usual.

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