Monday, November 30

reflections in the mirrored granite
a new trilogy from the masters of horror
my own leagues standing is poor
shinning men can't beat me
Disorientated bubbles on the phone
these girls celebrating the bald man
hold on, don't start that story i have to leave in half'n hour
the hardest part is the usual
ranch dressing, 2 for $20
my darts are dull
my eye makeup is running
what are you doing with my feathers
storbe lights on the second floor
my suit is wrinkled take me to the lab
i told you what happens when you drink
what shall we call it
blue eyes looking into the game
everything babe, this is life
people get their kicks on keeping it big
lets all sin together
business men have full bladders
break that shit bitch
come on boys, over the hill
hide the booze the pope is coming over
can i see your picture
i received this notice
playing guitars until my cowboy hat melts
she researched my past
our new outer sports ware, now in a sliver metal
that is just cold hard police work
last time i was here i was a cheerleader
hey brother you stole my stool
while processing the past i became sad
why is it my lies?
not their bodies, their minds
the phoenix is getting paid
scripts about childhood obesity
the rockies are not worth taking to that elevation



Tuesday, November 3

One man could find his way into the deep dark underworld. Thought flame is going on in my head, what are the answers? That is the "what-is-the" train of thought, habituated in me since I was young.

Underground - Dim spotlight on a Round face, teeth, the light gathers strength and enlarges, teeth more light, the teeth go all around its head. Emotional Impact - I saw him smile, then there was fear.

Later-now in an unknown place. My glasses are red from all the influx of wine. Over there in the dusk I am wondering how the blankets will feed the remains travelers? I am wondering how I will sleep tonight.

I want you to go down to the stream and see what is goin gon. Can't me and you just go? it hits me it, model lenses dissolve.


Field notebook 3/17/09 to 9/29/09 Transcription 5 (last)

Employ for cash back go away power to train with food percolators over not to continue did not talk we want to break them tell me anythings mad we found our players were not 500 bucks later. Rich mover too B blee the nasable you forgot the OOOH. On the coast of century Afrika centuries of debate over 16 year old directives. Hhelp me over the hill Ted Bundy I love what you have done with my house, the decorations are great.

Talk talk we are not going to tonight okay what can we do I can’t sleep tonight he, not me, said to her (I loved her) she said okay well I’ll just have to keep you up.

Walt Manchester going overboard tonight, ‘don’t’. Well I feel like wood like a decaying log but I am here so it is alright to feel bad, is it not? I can still enjoy those rare times when I see the purple flowered trees, and empty.

I can see her as old her face has android colors she is penning her magnum opus she is mine she is mine. Her weight is inconceivably huge, without certain technological advances she would be dead.

Over all this - what is all this - was I born into all this? Have these lame movies and music always been this way? Have there always been people like this?

Drink opens me up. See the dirt but the dirt is not so disgusting. I watch it, it is not making me sick what I see is love sometimes.

Can’t hard to start, core to talk to. Although when the end ken book is already there. But that is not a problem I willingwill not try ,that is okay.

Old ladies drinking they are old what has become of their lives I think my negativity is coming from a habit that says how vile can I get. Oldness just give up you go to bed and lay there try to fall asleep but the thin tiny thought comes. Is this it? And you shake it off just like 10 million times before and sleep and have shelves full of sleep. Good nice drapes, grey in color. As I pass out. Waking up reciently with a jolt of anxiety a jolt dualism a jolt of ‘I should be something I am not right now’. ½ blowing steam of color out of my mouth face painted grinding old wooden floor used as a bar here, dilapidation. If I remember correctly there is some clay that I think I can use to make some cook ware up over the hill.

My knees hurt they are numb after I unbend them after they have been bent for a while. My finger joints hurt. I want to take a nap. I feel a level of anxiety about being sick which, is much worse. I am afraid I am going to die. I am afraid I am very sick. I am.

The shadowy entourage killed the human beings in K-Mart tonight ,they were all wating to be cash cows they were all filled with fat and depression and bad skin

Oblique testing revealed my weaknesses. After all the paper work was done they started asking me all sorts of soft, slightly sitcom amusing questions.

I am motivated by money

I have only one light to live, that is my motivation.

My eyes flashed a TV’s electric blue as the dance began. I was left with black eyes and a black suit with black buttons and a black belt and shoes.

This creature. Flying to the left of the flowers in the machined ground next to the hotel.

Flying butterflies on black mulched ground. Smoking cig on grey steps next to brown painted steel handrails. Purple incarnation. Yellow yearning. Blue grey limestone.

What is teeth and pure talent and feeling

Saved myday to the next they have brand new with untouched packages