Hey wow!

It's a poem- apparantly the ONLY poem I have written in the last 4 years that is NOT about you-know-what and therefore, you-know-who! Jeez, rereading your journal is sooo FUN and puts you in SUCH a fantastic mood where you hang out in the pantry and cry, and everyone goes "OOOh Kai, what's the matter" and you say "Booo HOO HOO I have baggage, waaaah", and then you feel compelled to share this poem (the only uplifting one in the whole damn journal practically) about taking nudie art photos with your girlfriends in a beautiful valley and feeling super out-of-place in your humanity (I know you aren't supposed to explain poems...your just supposed to read them and then FEEL what they mean, but OH WELL)

Le Poeme
Enjoy- I know I DO.

In other news: I bought lots of music today...with trade from trading in old CDs! WOW! I bought more Jolie Holland and Kate Bush and the new Magnolia Electric CO. and 16 Horsepower. I needed this, new words and tunes. The new Faint album is good too, by the way. I like it when guys sing about reapplying makeup.