Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work -
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.
2002-03-31 - up
2002-03-30 - LOBSTER MAGNET
2002-03-30 - shocking consumerism
2002-03-29 - good friday
2002-03-28 - another wednesday class
2002-03-27 - opiate
2002-03-26 - ITS JUST NOTHING BUT A SUBTLE FUCK YOU
2002-03-20 - Dayquil+coffee=buzzzzz
2002-03-19 - life remains "most interesting"
2002-03-18 - punishment
2002-03-17 - ruminations of sunday
or
how to get your parents to do drugs
2002-03-15 - Books
2002-03-14 - a walk in the park
2002-03-13 - random evil subways
2002-03-12 - 1000 words
2002-03-11 - viva la capitalisme!
2002-03-10 - nyc-1st day
2002-03-08 - Vanity is an ugly sin
2002-03-07 - Chopped Liver Confession
2002-03-07 - Short soliloquy on Monica's old college roommates
2002-03-07 - Bored in Class
2002-03-05 - What's that thumping sound?
2002-03-05 - Down by the delta
2002-03-05 - Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat
2002-03-01 - lonely?
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