writing to know, knowing thru being, being for writing... this is me, writing about the one thing i know, which is myself... and even that is sometimes a mystery...

Monday, December 26, 2005

it's a giant among cliche's

it's my birthday today.
my 20th birthday.
i let mr. andrew bird sing me awake:

"...sing me Happy Birthday / sing it like it's going to be your last day / like its hallelujah / don't just let it pass on through ya / it's a giant among cliches / and that's why I want you to sing it anyway..."

here's to hoping this next decade exceeds the last,


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