Where was I? That's a question I seem
to be asking myself a lot lately. Constant interruptions,
frustration, breaking me away from where I am and finding myself in a
different spot trying to get back to where I was without losing track
of where I'm going tired of this tired of never having five minutes
to follow the thread into the interesting parts of the day and
wailing on a dark saxophone at the dawntimes in the green dry wet
forest stretching away along blues found behind the seat and called
up from a terminal in Sri Lanksa outside of a mini-mart where Soylent
Bob and his buddy the orangutan comb their hair smoking nails and
selling little baggies of something that only resembles what it is
but isn't quite yellow stone emperors withholding temporary positions
of power and nepotizing the dead for votes in Chicago when Mayor
Daley is in town.
But then again, elephants don't really
work like that in grad school. Mostly you can't get them to stop
quoting Kafka in the middle of your lecture on amorphous algebraic
matrices. Which is why Duke University got four of them for their
varsity badminton team last spring.
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