"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
This is karmic payback for cackling over Bob Novak's demise, isn't it? Sliced my toe on an MTA escalator. Blood made the ladies in the drug store look away. It did make a mess of my sandal. I kept thinking of Mrs. Macbeth....