those old folks are all right. their new dog's name is a cliche, of course, but when you're retired and the nest is empty, you can be forgiven for your lack of creativity. we ate at a convenient place and they left me at a convenient hour.
an old face sat in front of the door that sticks to the building with the blue two-twenty-six. a place like this would have to be on the top floor. who can afford floors one through penultimate? half of the crowd seemed to be playing guitars and a black and white dog had the cheerful audacity to plant itself in the middle of the room. hummus and old bread and a plastic bag full of dumpster flowers. a beautiful man named parker gave me a flier and i apologized for being difficult when he was trying to explain what the event was to me. i've gained a precognitive warning system for boys who can break my heart and it was going full alert when i looked at him.
i went home, and was furious within minutes when i read this article : http://www.nclrights.org/site/PageServer?pagename=issue_caseDocket_Greene_v_County_of_Sonoma_et_al. i took it out on myself by raking wet leaves.
the door opened and i heard sobs or laughs or, no, they were sobs. K has finally come down to the hard part which i figured would come eventually. i tried to listen, but my listening skills are pretty poor lately. i tried to say some nice things but nothing i thought of sounded sympathetic even though i was actually - i'm almost surprised by this, so used to feeling nothing - feeling bad for her. i did the only thing i could think of and brought her up a glass of jack daniels with two ice cubes. then i made pasta and sauce and ate.
something is different lately. i want to fight. i feel ready for war, eager for it. i'm not being literal, or maybe i am. i've made myself into a soldier, or maybe i was born this way, or maybe it's just this bloody world that's made me what i feel like i am today: thirsty for blood. my intolerance and disgust for apathy and nihilism is at an all time high. i still don't see clearly, but i can see the forms of my enemies emerging from the smoke and dim. i feel calm and peaceful and strong and invincible and mortal and all things. my life is simple. i am on a soft hill and i can see down into the streets and gutters, into the windows of the houses, into pockets and wallets; i can look up, remember stars. i am just a pawn for now, but i haven't even moved my queen yet and my king is napping. i have been honest with you. i no longer feel the need to make excuses.
an old face sat in front of the door that sticks to the building with the blue two-twenty-six. a place like this would have to be on the top floor. who can afford floors one through penultimate? half of the crowd seemed to be playing guitars and a black and white dog had the cheerful audacity to plant itself in the middle of the room. hummus and old bread and a plastic bag full of dumpster flowers. a beautiful man named parker gave me a flier and i apologized for being difficult when he was trying to explain what the event was to me. i've gained a precognitive warning system for boys who can break my heart and it was going full alert when i looked at him.
i went home, and was furious within minutes when i read this article : http://www.nclrights.org/site/PageServer?pagename=issue_caseDocket_Greene_v_County_of_Sonoma_et_al. i took it out on myself by raking wet leaves.
the door opened and i heard sobs or laughs or, no, they were sobs. K has finally come down to the hard part which i figured would come eventually. i tried to listen, but my listening skills are pretty poor lately. i tried to say some nice things but nothing i thought of sounded sympathetic even though i was actually - i'm almost surprised by this, so used to feeling nothing - feeling bad for her. i did the only thing i could think of and brought her up a glass of jack daniels with two ice cubes. then i made pasta and sauce and ate.
something is different lately. i want to fight. i feel ready for war, eager for it. i'm not being literal, or maybe i am. i've made myself into a soldier, or maybe i was born this way, or maybe it's just this bloody world that's made me what i feel like i am today: thirsty for blood. my intolerance and disgust for apathy and nihilism is at an all time high. i still don't see clearly, but i can see the forms of my enemies emerging from the smoke and dim. i feel calm and peaceful and strong and invincible and mortal and all things. my life is simple. i am on a soft hill and i can see down into the streets and gutters, into the windows of the houses, into pockets and wallets; i can look up, remember stars. i am just a pawn for now, but i haven't even moved my queen yet and my king is napping. i have been honest with you. i no longer feel the need to make excuses.
