I want to be with them I don’t have the luxury of hating this life style but at the sametime I, unconsciously, can’t do it
They are cleaning. They want to get home. At this time of night no expensive customers. Blood on the sidewalk to keep the illusion.
Boy in suit talks to all the ladies. Boy in suit what does he want?
I just “vaulted it” and walked in to it. where are we. High. Nice to meet you. What is the whole setup here. Don’t talk to me. MADDDDD! Kegs, I don’t want it. fuck you they are the worst . you suck. No stairs. (lustily)
Fountains. Late night, nights. No beers on tap. Whatever. no, one of those beers. Miller? No David fountains are off. Cameras caught me as soon as I stepped on the quad. Great okay. I just need more I don’t know why I just want to let go. Why? One more? couple men in a white suit. Over the top. They gave a look like they wanted more ,then they looked depressed. San Fran tomorrow! 6 people got shot, that’s all.
Out with the glasses. Dishwasher smell. Clean out the clean glasses and clean them again. She wants to just get home to her kids. Three fist a blood mary and two beers, just like on the big screen TV. Not just “I go do stuff”.
Cultural reference: we got 2 changed names, what is your Eagle up to? Slap your crap. Battle cry. Fellow friend, I don’t like you, I have your kitten.
I am in the mafia. Football all the shit going here and there in 2 caravans for 15 bucks. Men with hollow eyes and jowls don’t last.
Cameras watching me teak wood tables under glass looked locked up so no Mexicans can sit there.
COURTESY Courtesy boxwood smell water (blood) dripping down the concrete steps
Black cigs smoke, all in a haze of Impuritance.
Granite walls wax floors put up signs, double screen computers.
California institute cameras are on me all the time. Shadows of dead flowers. voices bugged. Bus going home to work again tomorrow. University Circle we want more of the blood, on the fake seats. Gored concrete, throw your bottle caps in the tar.
Warf is dirty, water was kinda cute. I am soft spoken. Wartime waters looks like black oil. Just let the ocean be. The ocean – another world. The ocean blows my mind. Another world fundamentally different than my life above the sea.
Loko Primo me. Kalientie Kail. Silver wrapper waiting on a call from an earth bound mind.
KaKay ah yes into the… what are the “other worlds”? when one looks at something with the eye of intelligence one is just smoke stinging my eye.
Surrounded by paper napkins ,okay ,work on the car, cut the grass, clean the gum on the side of the side walk with high pressure heated water. It would be very pleasing to watch the gum peal back and fly away . got to get ready to go, but okay I’ll just spit my gum out anywhere okay now why don’t we put up the umbrella and wipe our face with a napkin. Not there is a reflection on the puddle, how depressing.
HAPPINESS IS:
- Dirty puddle filled with ciggy butts
- A loose bolt in my back
- Tar on the side walk encasing small bent bottlecaps
- Ash on my foot that I track onto a nice corporate office
- A number of unusual vehicles covered in spider webs
- Movies I want to watch to escape life with a cup of coffee then I lose interest in the movie and want to do something but I don’t want to do anything
- Opening doors with people coming out and going somewhere else.
- White pure silica inhaled through the nose
- A cool breeze that reminds me that there is a atmosphere
- Unfed plants let out to live
- What is it about all the aliens wondering around eating truths
- Scraping the last pieces of food from a plastic container
- Beer imported from Mexico
- Rings founded on lost generations
- Orange brown dots painted on loose tables made grocery bags
- A patterned infant on the crying concrete ground.
- Overcharged spit stains left on my lower face
- Half hidden hoodies on the crank-operators realistic paintings.
- Alternating drugs taken I continue to eat shellfish
- Perforated concrete stays
Outside waiting for it to hit, hit it has to hit. Drawing lights from internal. Window across the street is out that is okay man smoking watches me, he is thinking differently than me. Is that a question?
Look at the world as I would draw in through a pen and paper. Like looking at the world as I would photograph it.
The big one. Want some chips yes. Well it si not always as it seems. What was it about to night. I don’t know over hearing music man next to me what is this playing what will happen when all this is rotten away some nights are not great for anything but the key is to keep writing, especially on those bad nights.
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