it's 4:56 pm, on September 26, 2001 - Poets.

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I've picked up hitchhikers, driving, a bunch of times. One time a friend of mine slept with one of them; the girl wanted him to call her but he didn't want to because she was kind of creepy but made an impression, with blond hair and attitude. Another talked about being in a jazz band; we railed against the price of concert tickets today. One was a Japanese tourist; one was an elderly protester, railling against the corporate world that was keeping her home instead of out on public transit.

Hitchhiking means you create friends, you have this opportunity to say something, make an impression. These are some of the people who've picked me up, and their lines that made me stick out my thumb. Some of them don't even know I've waved to their car in the middle of the night.

* alestar

Tell me what you need. There is so much to need. Too much. Look at YOU.

* ashlan

"Hard to steal what's offered. Can't steal friendship, can't steal love, can't steal what you're already welcome to."

* bobby

I think that every girl has a stupid and assholeish boyfriend named mike.

* claire

I think perhaps it is my way of praying.

* dex

"You want to deep-throat Subreality?"

"In a manner of speaking."

"One warning. You had better be prepared to swallow."

* ins

Of course. The whole time. Of course it was the cameras.

* kate

She was nothing, a pale lesbian shadow on an otherwise perfect heterosexual Californian world.

* kel

He stands in a dark corner and watches people for their parts, things he thinks he can find attractive independent of their overly made up wholes.

* kitty

I did this, I started this.

* mel

"I don't want the money, baby, I want the fame." They laughed. I laughed.

* pamie

Loss changes the way your insides feel, makes your bones ache at the marrow. Your voice changes. Your eyes see differently.

* doqz

Sanct Petersburg is... different. Venice of the North they used to call her. The faint scent of Imperial Russia, not of its iron but the brilliance that shone through the curtains ever so often.

* pilar

look at me! look at me! *twirls around flashing glimpses of twat from under her skirt*

* rae

Justin didn't look up from the file cabinet when he said "I know you want me."

Lance didn't look up from his desk, replying. "It doesn't matter what I want."

* river

That question seems to be going around a lot lately, I'm noticing. I write it on Iz's scalp, slowly. Wha...t... th...e...fuc...k... a...re.... you.... do...in...g.

* rossi

It figures that I'd find his message at this time. A chunk of notebook paper, ragged along the ring-bound edge, appearing under my beer as I set the bottle down on my desk. The ring-mark doesn't look out of place. In fact, it completes it in some odd way.

* sascha

The cup fell out of his hands and shattered into a hundred pieces against the floor.

* shana

"Fuck," Justin says, "I'm not in a band anymore. I'm a fucking crybaby and I'm not in our band and I miss the guys already." Lance rubs Justin's back until Justin falls asleep and feels inadequate to Justin's loss.

* sheila

Oz folds the newspaper around the mess he's made, carries it over to the nearest trashcan and tosses it in.

* sue

"boys suck. you can't live with'em and you can't fit them in the blender."

* tapestry

"Excuse me, but you got sex and I got property damage."

* xander

I hope all is well as you prepare for your trip. The way I figured it, the best send-off I could provide you with was an overly philosophical email.

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