Monday, June 21, 2004
hospital
today i ate these mashed potatos at an italian restaurant and they were good mashed potatos. i am italian, dark hair, dark skin, curves, but i do not enjoy gourging myself with pasta. i lack this certain integral part of my heritage and culture.
a void so big you're not sure if it's a void anymore, because it's a full embodiment. that's what it's like, when people eat pasta and you eat potatos. i'm sure that's what it's like when other things happen too. more important and terribly metaphorical, cryptic things.
i would stomp the grapes if i could.
a void so big you're not sure if it's a void anymore, because it's a full embodiment. that's what it's like, when people eat pasta and you eat potatos. i'm sure that's what it's like when other things happen too. more important and terribly metaphorical, cryptic things.
i would stomp the grapes if i could.
