chris drops by and then eric used to scroatin that time I dream of swarthmore wind down like a clockwork orange
rob lets me sleep until three
on sofa cushions and my own blanket
time being a secret agent in a future hotel
unloading dennis miller's body from the elevator, searching for papers
a mariachi fest taking place under a rapid constellation
of four stars come together under the legs of orion make it look like he's standing on stilts
I was walking along some train tracks back to school when I stopped to dance to this music
turns out there morrocan mexican drumming going on
like I can play along on a steel drub with a paintbrush
wilson is there, so is ayla
so I roll out of bed at three thirtyat the osco two made up post-sorority girls
chris eric and rob linger in the living room
smoking merit ultra lights
smoking kills, right
it's in everyone's best interests that I do
cynical talk like that,
musician humour, country tinged
unconscious gaps of spoken silence
I phased out some, working a little on my computer - checking e-mail
caught a bare bit of some story - a woman go-go dancing with slabs of bacon attached to her body
are you that ghai that wahs in the newspapar?
we'll check out your web site!
one was extra@fine
it seems like there are going to be folks goin' recognize me today
and I forgot my business cards - with no URL in the article, I had best get some.
for many days rob has touted the fish house
four local artisants boyfriends done purchased their own warehouse
inside, there's three stories of antique bikes, large welded sculpure, paintings, frames, equipments, toilets in the middle of vast partitions
dusty stark almost readiness to it
imagine sleeping in a large room on a bed on a platform in the middle
watch out for splinters
or industrial acetyline tank fires next door
or city elevator/sprinkler system/fire code inspectors
I'm supposed to meet susan, cuz she's webbified and san franciscan
they say she's mighty talkative, but she doesn't seem so yet with me
rather it's like new york art, busy being creative in relaxation
there's a dog, lulu - she's kind of squirrly about me
we pick up stef, return to ron's
eric returns with leotta?
chris had somewhere to go but tells more music stories
plays the guitar
ron takes pictures
stef twiches sort of in the corner
mike comes by drinking bud on ice
famous dead artists local group
low key art gallery weirder people than out on a saturday street
tanya's food - yum.
fresh middle eastern mexican dips
and many sugar cereal mix with milk
tang to drink pictured here with the birth of sake (bacchas vacations in japan)
so did you mean mercury?
no, it's just symbols.
all his paintings are like that
I saw a painting with text - "you can't look away"
a painting about tv
like a frank zappa song on the same subject
I am the slime - wade artist denied any inspiration
later bert offers me a pancho to cover myself against coldness in sleep
is that a sears pancho or a mexican poncho? he was like witty, yeah.
young, with silver shoes and black nailpolish.
chris sez I shouldn't wear my toolbelt consistently
how old am I?
older workment guys who wear it every day suffer back trouble cuz of the weight on their hips
like guys who always have a wallet in their back pocket suffer over time trouble cuz one hips done been raised so often over the other.
I took that shit off, my hips cried happy digital photographs
how could we make it look like we aren't a band?
one of you should leave.
people like to talk tabout the internet - some to me
hair starts it
then where are you from?
the internet - you should visit.
drunk people love that.
like drunk scott, one of the artists
they're more fun to talk to when they don't know anything
drop stefanie off, like hugging steellate at night I'm doubting this format
as soon as our arms encircled she was not in that moment
I felt her immediately restless to move somewhere else
brushed her cheek against mine, start something
I hug make a comment about her strength
pull away, she helds my shirt
discipline, I laugh, and bow
rob likes to talk
late at night, a bit burnt
he likes to worry out loud some
and stories of earlier computer industry work
comdex in the early eighties, selling cards for c64s and vic20s
better to occasionalyly publish?
I am thus forced to record my daze, but the production time is high high
and there's other articles I have no time to write - as behind as I am in my life.
and could I take another job with so much of my own work to do?
if I do it, i I would seriously have to put some of my stuff second, if not off indefinitely. right now - I am tangibly excited to have time to do my own thing. will I still? and be social? and develop? I have a full time job already being justin! am I prepared to put that off? for learning? for money? for folks? for what? for why?