Tuesday Mar 23, 2004

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read a story at an open mic. walked home. stopped at a nearby bar for a stout or two, watched a man juggle four balls.

i've never been able to get past three.

what does it all mean?

"someone" wrote me a little note from new zealand. please help me not fuck it up.

reading: hannah tinti, stephen elliott, mikhail bulgakov

hearing: drums and tuba, mal waldron
linz:
i once bet my friend that i could juggle kiwis better than he could. we ended up parked at a baseball feild at two in the morning with squashed kiwis all over the backseat of his car. rowr.
pharaoh:
balls.



[Edited on Mar 25, 2004 8:07PM]

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