if we re talking about love then i have to tell you dear readers i m not sure where i m headed i ve gotten lost before i ve woke up stone drunk face down in the floor late afternoon the house is hot i started i jumped up everyone hates a bore everybody hates a drunk this may be a lip invention professors muddled in their intent to try to rope in followers to float their malcontent as for this reader i m already spent late afternoon the house is hot i started i jumped up everyone hates a sad professor i hate where i wound up dear readers my apologies i m drifting in and out of sleep long silence presents the tragedies of love note the age get afraid the surface hazy with attendant thoughts a lazy eye metaphor on the rocks late afternoon the house is hot i started i jumped up everyone hates a bore everybody hates a drunk everyone hates a sad professor i hate where i wound up i hate where i wound up1