it's like a diamond

or any other piece of shit that gets turned into something... else. i was going to say valuable. under preassure.

and i'd be nothing without spell-check.

the idea, perhaps recycled, perhaps believed to be original.

don't mean to grind on my cousins.

but it's time.

cry down

can't help it.

can't stop talking about him. taught me to read. in a history class, no less.

i know i bore you to tears with hugh miller.

well, to go onto a new topic.

the new novel.

it's about a new york apartment building. during the time of aids. and all these artsy people, who can't pay their rent.

seems genius. why hasn't anyone done it yet. even as a musical.

but that was cynic. and all the stars watching us. and what do we do. the hardest thing is to turn words into more than that. and by we, i don't include myself.