2005-03-17 - 8:23 a.m.

two days ago, i plucked some bruised daffodils off the ground and took them home with me. i couldn't help but want to start running. not because the joy of flowers makes me want to run, but because daffodils have really long stems and it makes me feel like i am holding a sword. a giant sword. i wanted to run at people and just start lopping their heads off.

and i would wear wide-legged pants of the kendo variety.

(even though we all know that the guy who stands still wins, and the guy who runs shall die soon.)

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