Thursday, August 16, 2001

Hello, little birds walking on the rooftop outside my window.

What an autumn-like day. Wish I had time to go sit by the lake and read obscure poetry. Yeah, I would have been a beatnik in a different life. To do that these days is little more than a fashion statement. The world needs the Kerouacs as much as it needs the Einsteins.

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