eatdixx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i've been reading a persian poet it's late. there's a piano, and the wind. the piano is my favourite instrument. nothing surpasses the sadness that can be expressed through ivory keys. besides the voice, of course. i missed my sleep bus. i've made a new friend at work, keith. he's about 45, smokes alot, has a twinkle in his eye and smiles big. i see him around the hallways and he flashes his smile so freely, it's great. but never insincere. i've started going out on ciggie breaks with him. we have these interesting ten minute conversations about authors and books, theories and philosophy. he's started sending me some poetry and philosophy by email, and i print it out and read it on the train home. when our ten minutes is up we come back inside, talking all the way, he walks me back to my desk and we finish up talking - but only on the premise that we'll continue where we left off as soon as possible, it's been very entertaining. we've covered chickens, persian poetry, theories about the letter 'u' being recalled in the great shortage of u's 1958, where america was determined as the place that would miss the use of 'u' least, in words like 'colour', 'favour' etc. it's not true at all, but it's funny. we talked about growing our own green crops, the right times to plant, religion, wills and probate, and a whole bunch of other stuff. i am just wary that it will turn sour, it inevitably does when they just have to fucken have a crack. 12:36 a.m. - 2005-07-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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