strangers

i was looking back on some of my blog posts today and noticed some friendly comments from strangers. where did you come from? who are you? do you really find any of this interesting? please let me know who you are; it's only fair. i'm kinda telling you who i am. thanks and hugs and stuff.

saturday i guess

I'm pretty into this.


I Met A Genius by Charles Bukowski



I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.