i have eaten
the cinnamon cereal
that was in
the cupboard

and which
you were probably
wanting
to eat.

forgive me
it was delicious
so sweet
and so cinnamony.

oh w.c.w. i fucked your shit up. i have become addicted to cinnamon cereal. it is like crack. only much, much better for your health. on a more positive note, i did encounter a lovely narrative on the seven deadly sins. very interesting. it inspired me. very real.

then i tried to explain to bui why i'm the way i am, and tom r. reminded me of who said it best:

But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
-Jack Kerouac, On The Road
cuz jack fucked all our shit up...