Monday, April 11, 2011

The closer I get to my wit's end...

The more I find myself with two-day old clothes
and serious bed head, holding a pot of macaroni and cheese under my covers,
staring blankly at videos like these:





I gave up on sanity a while ago.
Happy finals. 

-Banana

P.S. I am living on caffeine and Passion Pit.
P.P.S. In a little more than two weeks, I will be in PARIS. Maybe I won't come back.
P.P.P.S. Just for good measure: "A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner." -Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)


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Carry

I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.

Billy Collins


that's all, folks

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