hippo birdie, two ewes
Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003
Yatima is one today.
As I look back over last July, I find that very little has changed. Luminists are arrayed against me, but my scurvy dogs guard my flanks. The Gandhi mural has been cleaned up. I continue to seek out raptors and bagels at Atlas. Kids today still smile blankly at my jokes, and my brother, he is still funny.
