Monday, June 26, 2006

Couldn't Find a Pen

I was stupid for most of my life. Every morning I wake, and, if I'm lucky, realize how stupid I was the day before. And then I go to bed and wake before morning and write something clever. And then I wake up the next morning and it's the stupidity again. A maze of twisty little passages, all alike.

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