Saturday, January 08, 2005
In a previous life
If I stretch my memory almost to the point of breaking, I can dimly recall a previous life. I don't recall what or who I was... just the color yellow.
I've thought long and hard about the color yellow. Was I a flower? Was I a butterfly? A bumblebee? Maybe some kind of fish? I honestly don't know. If I tried to remember any more than yellow, I'm sure I'd snap like a rubber band.
Do you ever wonder if maybe number 2 pencils have souls?
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