masters of war by bobby dylan

i thought about searching for a person on facebook
then thought about that thought, and wondered whether it might be prufrockian

today two roommates and i went to a museum today
normally it would have cost fifteen dollars
but for us the entry was ten dollars, because we are only students
and the extra five dollars...

i bought a notebook called 'the little red notebook,' almost
haha!
i did not buy it
the price was something like six to twelve dollars
for a notebook, a bunch of paper!
this blog is a notebook, and i pay zero dollars for it.
then again, i cannot give it to one person as a gift, for a romantic or friendly occasion
as i could 'the little red notebook'

in the museum there were room attendants
who were there to yell at the rich white people if they got out of line
once, actually, a few did get out of line!
but it's not their fault
it was a modern art museum, and the installation invited touch
perhaps the 'room attendants' were part of the installation
but probably not
the room attendants were like all room attendants
ethnic and old, or sometimes both
what a role reversal! (re: ethnic people keeping rich old whites in line)
seems like a poem could be written about it
seems like i'm listening to bob dylan
again...