yurikoviolet

i took an impromtu camping trip far far away from computers. sorry i haven't been on for a while. I think it's important to turn away from the screens for awhile. What would things be like without the cathode ray tube?
So I am learning about quantam physics. Really. I never thought that I would be interested in such a topic, but I am. It's funny how blind I was to some of the most basic things about our universe. Tomorrow is the last day I work. I am feeling very happy and relaxed about my decision. I want to try to get a job at a library. I like the smell of library books.
I took a set yesterday and am going to send it in tomorrow. I am very proud of it. I hope it makes it through the screening process and red tape that I know goes on over at headquarters, but if not, that's okay.
I want to post some poetry, but I don't think my word program wants to load. Maybe later.
To those of you who live in the stockton area, I am starting an anarchist discussion/affinity group if you're interested. email me through my profile if you want details.

okay, here's my morbid end-of-the-world poem:
The Last Perfect Day

I was kissed a hundred million years ago
and a hundred million years from now
the sun will hang swollen in the sky
like a pumpkin.
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I set myself up for failure
putting my words on such a petty thing.
The papers will be the first to burn.
We will watch them go.
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Thomas and Kerouac were the smart ones.
They read their poems on the radio in the fifties.
F. Scott Fitzgerald must be spinning in his grave.
So are we all.
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Our sounds will precede our star death.
They will sound like insanity or a poem
to the receiver.
It will be like getting wings in the mail.
There will be no way to attach them.
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There will be one last perfect day
and then the sun will roll off the table
like a marble.
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y.v.