I sit because the Dadaists screamed on Mirror Street
I sit because the Surrealists ate angry pillows
I sit because the Imagists breathed calmly in Rutherford and Manhattan
I sit because 2400 years
I sit because in America Buddha saw a Corpse in Lumbini
I sit because the Yipies whooped up CHicago's teargas skies once
I sit becase No because
I sit because I was unable to trace the Unborn back to the womb
I sit because it's easy
I sit because I get angry if I don;t
I sit because they told me to
I sit because I read about it in the Funny Papers
I sit because I had a vision also dropped LSD
I sit because I don't know what else to do like Peter Orlovsky
I sit because after Lunacharsky got fired and Stalin gave Zhdanov a special tennis court I
became a rootless cosmopolitan
I sit inside the shell of the old Me
I sit for world revolution
--Allen Ginsburg, "Why I Meditate"--


School. Is almost done. Holy Mother of God.

If anyone ever felt like their soul had been sucked away in four simple months, I am that person. Please, if you find it, bring it back. I miss it. It smells better than the mouldy replacement I've found.

ps-I bought bubbles and a hula hoop on Saturday! I've never really figured out how to hula hoop, so I've made it a life goal. And I can do it! (Although, I must warn you, I look a little bit like Elvis Presley...) I'm looking forward to sunny, warm days where I can do sidewalk chalk and hula hoop and blow bubbles and kisses. Life is better than school, anyway.