A new day dawns o'er the desk of men,
finding its way from the dark and back again,
as flourescent lights replace the cheer,
I cannot wait to get out of here.
Offended? Intrigued? Contact my manager.
Here begins your journey into the mind of everybody's favorite asian, and I don't mean Jet Li.
What follows is the somewhat inane, mostly irrelevant, and self-important ramblings of a man on the brink of madness.
Welcome... to the Chu.
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Faxing Poetic [L]