headlamp, flickering on and off.

mostly off; broken again. the third one

in two years. sometimes it seems

like I’m too hard on my gear.

an understatement, as everything

is falling apart. school sucks;

learing, spectacular. this sponge

is momentarily saturated, please

raise pleading eyebrows for maintenance.

give firm squeeze just for good measure.

freshly wrung out, its time to turn the page;

struggling read about social injustice,

the conflicting messages of congress,

and the war in iraq. seat cold, eyes sore,

light gives out, and here I am:

sittin’ on the pot, alone in a blackout

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a brief moment of honesty:
secrectly, I really do like mayonaise, chocolate, and maybe the music of ani difranco