2003-04-30 - 11:41 a.m.
Instead of working on a project that just will not die, here's what is going through my head:
looks a lot like che guevara/drove a diesel van/kept his gun in quiet seclusion/such a humble man/the only survivor/of the National People's Gang/panic in Detroit/I asked for an autograph/I wanted to stay home/I wish someone would phone/panic in Detroit
David Bowie at his best, ladies and gents.
Today's the final day for one of my favorite ladies at work. (Hey, they're all Mom's age, to me they're ladies.) She's retiring because she just can't take it any more. These people have really become part of me, even though I feel utterly isolated sometimes. It's a little bit like being an animal in a zoo. You know you're loved, but nobody speaks your language.
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former / latter