is it summer already?

[balzacsuicide]

So all the maple trees have suddenly turned chartreuse, it rains exactly at four o clock, whether there is a cloud or not, and I almost swoon everytime I step out. It must be summer already. Sort of sad really, cause it means I've been out of school for a full year, 12 months that I thought would go reflectively slow. Oh well, it doesn't mean

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Gah, I've typed this thing twice adn it won't post. So I'll just summarize: I havn't read the longer pieces yet, they are at the end of the book. But so far my favorite is when he curses teh Sun and then asks him to tea, and they plot to rule the world together.

I love naive conspiracies.

What you said about form is why I like it too--free verse is great, its free, and you can't hate any word with free as a prefix in this country, but it definetely gives wont to ranting about Italian suitcases and Bonaza or Leave it to beaver, and suddenly shocked out of an idyll, you realize you have to some how tie this all together with the death of a beetlebum. With form, you can focus on either the Italian suitcase "Oh Italian leather, how well doth travel in your box-like form," the old classics "Black and white doth make me dum, with the hotness of Beaver's mum," or the poor poor Beetlebum who's ephermid death really doesn't need to be dwelt upon.

I'm being a bit facitious, if you couldn't tell, but I feel the need of organization, of facist sentences, in which I can plot to cave out my own little escape route within its dicatorial gaols.