The Catastrophe Waitress
"Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go." -- e. e. cummings
Thursday, June 16, 2005
My wits escape me today..
I don't feel like my usual self.
Like Peter Pan's shadow. Must I need stitching to keep it on?
Where exactly do my wits go when they tire of me?
Where are my wits?
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