nathan his mom dropped him on his head on her return from a meditation retreat sensory deprivation and then respond to screaming unfed kid
big day, william burroughs and my first strip club.
going to have to be well produced.
taken away he was into foster care
never met his dad sired multiple illegitimate children
he's called in telemarketing not today, so our broad brown bomber chauffeur
one thirty, we head out to the flamingo strip club to visit some dancers and maybe put their stories up at jessa's account
sit and decompress, buy his books they
jessa wrote on this day
I called stef, reporter follow I
but not to bill burroughs, sorry call I late.
jessa takes me to the ukansas computer lab
across the way from the bob dole building
since this is a state funded resource,
any state citizen can make use of the facilities
my mind is reeling -
internet access for millions
dinner was underripe avocados
adopted babies and christian cults
finally to the flamingo,
I wonder if it will be at all erotic
I should seek out the large creatures of my dream.
like these canned sea dreams in suburban tract housing
husband is a mac developer
makes psychedelic freeware
glad I pact a blanket