Saturday, November 28, 2009

November 28, 2009
























Futuristic

I want to be like
Usher's sweaty wife beater,
thrown into the crowd.

I want to be like
spelling a five-letter word
(but not the word "their").

I want to be like
night-skiing at Park City
every single night.

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