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You wished you had done internships.

You're glad you went to college.

Spending all this money.

Sitting on the floor with a copy of 'The New Enchanted Broccoli Forest.'

4 pack of Jello.

Wasn't the best student.

Made his way in the world.

Meta-commentary not welcome.

Hologram Johnny Damon.

You're feisty.

Vegetarianism is not the only answer.

The internet has become commercialized.

A motorist honked at me for cycling.

Matte paint jobs on cars.

PDAs went out in the 90s.

Smart cars are too small.

Wheelock's Latin and accompanying story book.

the old way is best

I dreamt I was falling last night. I was standing on a tree branch that Cary took a chainsaw to. I was plummeting right before I woke up, nothing but solid stump under my feet. They arrested my downward progress with a Harry Potter spell. There was meat in avant-garde restaurants

You set my soul alight

-Moving in is like a burglary in reverse.

Clever, utterly devoid of meaning, or both? You be the judge.

Mediocre poetry, part who knows of many

Lines in the sand,

Lines for the T

Heavy screeches on the tracks between here and points west:

Newton Lower Falls, Coolidge Corner.

Where are you tonight?

Do you sleep?

Do you dream of Waban, Woodland, Maverick?

I am in all of them,

Waiting for your train to arrive

looking for you

musing

There's nothing like the spring. Any other season, you can have it back. There's nothing like the spring.

And I was just thinking, you really shouldn't tell someone something because you think they want to hear it. It's a dirty trick. If you love a person, you need, and they need, for you to be able to tell them the truth.

How long, how long?

It's fall. That can't be denied anymore when you look outside. When your feet get cold just sitting around the house. When you have to put on a sweatshirt to spend any length of time outside. When the light changes. When you get that little bit of fear in the pit of your stomach, that the warm weather is gone, and who knows if it's ever coming back?

There's a smell of chill in the air, and you can foresee the real cold coming, fall can just be the forerunner of winter. The leaves will fall, the temperature will fall, and April's a long way off.

It frightens me.