Thursday, April 2, 2009


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Cloudy days dissolve fast with sprinkles of diminished fifth notes. As the gray campus awaits spring, the sun lingers just a little bit longer each day. The fragments of Honey Bunches o' Oats tasted sublime with the sesame seeds from my bagel... reminded me of sesame candy bars... my comfort snack way back when.

The spoon incised my yogurt parallel to the incident light with an imaginary 7th chord, with gratuitous reverberation for good measures. My daily exercises have fast evolved into syncopated fugues and polyphonic canons. In Dorian mode I seek peace and enlightenment. In yogurts I seek temporary respites.

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