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When I clicked in the box for the title of this entry, I got a list of previous things-typed-in-boxes. Most of them I would have expected (previous title entries, for example) but one totally threw me. Re: homosexual love stories.

I don't remember ever typing that. Perhaps my internet browser has a thing for Brokeback Mountain, a thing I most definitely do not share.

I had planned a short entry tonight since these past few days have been exclusively devoted to junk food, laying around lazily, working out like a fiend, watching bad television, and shopping. It's nice to take a little break from the world once in a while and behave like a completely stereotypical 21 year old.

Also, tonight I purchased a shirt with the Lorax on it. How many people can say that the picture books they loved when they were young are still powerful and meaningful? Bless you, Ted Geisel, wherever you are. Bless you till your grin pops right off your stupidly rhyming face.

Elements of Cleveland Spring

I step out of the gym into a wash of sodium light.
The air carries the heat from the warming earth,
dries the saline on my face.
The smell of sweat blends with the breeze
and carries pheromones away from this
wet warm hard conglomeration of polymers.
They mix, quicksilver, and disperse to attract others,
the common currency of humanity.