keep on rocking the free world

sometimes you know the days dovetail into nights and suddenly you look around and wonder where does the time go

well i think it is better to have more on yr plate than not but oh man

the past coupla nights i fell asleep with a book across my chest and wondering where the hell i am and what time it is

the dreams blur until they are just a faint smudge of light

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did you see this piece by gina myers about what a [post]feminist[poet] looks like

and these poems by lars palm

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tomorrow night anna and i head to oakland to the fox theater to see the shins

and maybe hit up a bookstore or two