movie day

i'm really excited. this Friday, four of us at the office are going to leave work early and go see the Fahrenheit 9/11. then we're going out for drinks afterwards. I don't drink but that's okay. only 2 and a half more days....
we've already bought the tickets on fandango.

the mad mad mind

i've been writing poetry again. i think it is a good indication of my return to insanity.
poetry to some people is an art because they are written by artists.
poetry to some people is a cry of madness...

i am no artist and i am no poet
i know nothing of literature or poetry

my poetry is about living in a dark hole
and the voice is stifled..and all that comes out is fragments..as indecipherable on paper as it is in my head...

i shouldn't call them poems.