We're only so strong love

We're only so strong love

Today I said goodbye to my tadpoles Van Gogh and Gauguin and they'd sprouted legs in the last few days and had gotten so big and so it was a little bit sad dumping them into the communal tank like that.  It's Reed's Centennial and it's a big deal, which is something I didn't really realize until tonight when the mayor of Portland got up to speak and I began to feel like a belong to something, or belong with something, or am a part of something.  I like that feeling.  What I don't like is the hole that I found in the corner of my room, where the walls meet the ceiling, where I'm pretty sure a nest of Buick-sized spiders is living, waiting for me to leave so they can burry themselves in my shoes.