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the warmth really gets on my nerves. i can't open the doors or the windows--there's a nasty air outside--the general poison of a living metropolitan city. it's funny when you think about it. such a huge city and i can not come up with anything to be. if the warm weather keeps up tomorrow... anywho i'll have coffee with a friend tomorrow, then back possibly. avoiding the simplest act of choosing courses. thinking tonight again that i may have walked down a slightly wrong path. in the long run that great song says there's still time to change the road you're on. but who knows. i can't even play the guitar.

whatkindofapoetcannotplaytheguitar?orcannotreadtheulysses?

you tell me.