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Two too many worlds.
Wells another day of nothingess. At least blackstump is tomorrow :D I packed tonight, and made sure I have everything. ALSO I get my SLR back off coggo tomorrow so I should be able to take some pictures again :D I'll probably shoot a couple of rolls at stump... especially of anonymous gift who are playing in the bigtop friday night. Me and connie figured it out so that I can take my skateboard and guitar to stump :D so I'm happy... well I will be so long as it stops raining. Here's a poem about rain. I call it "dry water" because that's like a paradox - which is an especially arty thing to use in a title.

Dry Water
by Andrew Hunt

I wallow, I wonder, I writhe.
Writhe in the gellatinous globule sty.
I lie.
I lie, I cry, I buy.
I buy more globules for the sty.
It grows, it festers and feeds me.
It feeds me grime, and I lather it on me.

But clouds form, they come, they storm.
They storm a grey rampage.
Spitting loogies wontonly downward.
The cloud-phlegm washes me clean,
It washes me dry.
The rampage pillages my grime, my globules.
I am now me.

posted by hunt @ 12:23 PM