Blog,
I wrote to you this morning, and deleted all of it. Do you have a memory?
Blog,
I wrote to you yesterday, and deleted it all. And then I wrote to you again, to let you know.
Did you get the message?
Blog, when I get sick I think I have descended the underworld.
I organize a dream of my favorite poets.
They sit in a circle, listening to Buffalo Springfield, passing a joint around and talking about vibrations and their effects.
Neil Young gets up. Looks at me. Says, Let's Go.
"All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"
Blog, I really was sick and all I did was watch a Crosby Stills Nash and Young rockumentary.
Blog, I wanted to let you know I am feeling better. I was thinking about you.
I only know how to reach you from earth.
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