for rose

I have nothing to say but have been ORDERED to contribute.

I had beers with my classics buddies after school today. Our witty conversation was interupted by a schizophrenic who really loved Nicole Kidman. I kid you not. He bummed cigarettes and told us that he would rather be in a mental institution than be at Cambrigde, Oxford or Yale (which is really lucky for you, I almost said). He gave us each a poem.

Once he'd left, our conversation encompassed plexiglass, self-amputation, geology, castration, Lawnmower Man, and the fact that the existence of clocks powered by electrons slows time down (it doesn't).

What was it you said, K, about me being/ attracting freaks?

J xo