Monday, January 21, 2008

O'Hare 2.

Ah, the grand lines of customers, waiting to be whisked away fondly into the friendly skies. (I hate everyone of these people because I am everyone of these people). I feel your pain, my snake charming friends.

O'Hare 2.

some slurry

of rain and fog,

a smug

looker on the

cover of a magazine,

my clean

shoes, black shirt,

girl with pink scarf

and endless loops of




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