newer-older-profile-gbook-notes- e-mail-dland clich� play 12.18.02 at 3:19 am 0 comments so far i have fried chichen�now i can write. but it's too hot to eat. i recall... you were drunk, i was not. let's have a cigarette, a glass of wine. you have a cigarette, right? of course i do. and yes i'll join you, though i don't want a cigarette and i won't have some wine. now, with my fried chicken, i am almost too hungry and focused on the chcken to write, but i write anyway. that night, over your cheap wine and cigarette i was almost too bored to stay, but i listened anyway. i had thought i wanted no more cigarettes, but hearing you talk made me want to smoke myself away� poised, inhal, nod, exhale� so i could care and feel anything. i don't want to hear about how you think you were meant to live life misunderstood, or how you think we'll meet someday and i'll say, way back when, that i heard you. i didn't! i don't know what you're talking about, and none of your many dramatic pauses will help. and, yes, you're misunderstood, but only because who really understand a clich�? clich�s are not understood social facts. they're ideas that are overused to the extent that merely the essence is referenced. a term, perhaps, that people use followed by, "you know?" a general mold of something you want to avoid if you're anything of value. |