I never asked but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor. But then I overheard your prayer, that you be this and nothing more than just some grateful faithful woman's favourite singing millionaire, the patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair, working for the Yankee Dollar.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

leaving on a jet plane

what's there to write about. too much and just not enough. for the time being i'm leaving on a jet plane.

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