Tuesday, June 30, 2009

this is what I get for reading a graphic novel

Had a very vivid dream this morning that my doings were painted into a mural.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Time for either more chocolate or a nap.

Well, my day is moving right along. I took two naps and read a bunch. In between I found myself wandering half naked around my kitchen eating directly out of a big box of malted milk balls and muttering to myself that I should not eat another baloney sandwich for dinner (I had one for breakfast).

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

hot day shower

I had a most amazing thing happen to me in the shower today. It is a hot one so I wanted to take a cool shower. Somehow I managed to get the water the same temperature as my skin. I didn't even feel as if I was getting wet, just that I was being caressed.

Monday, June 22, 2009

it tastes of blacktop and dry air

I have been to the city
gained access to the hummus I ate most on the road
this afternoon it reminds me of a parking lot in Albuquerque
waiting to hear high desert bluegrass

Thursday, June 18, 2009

I can only hope

Today the Jehovah's Witnesses stopped by. Slid a Watchtower under my screen door. I can only hope that when they were here I was in the shower listening to 'Sleeping In the Devil's Bed.'

Thursday, June 11, 2009

new hobby

My car, earplugs, and Zeppelin, man.

Did this yesterday when I went to what is becoming my second city.
By the time I arrived my body was vibrating.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

no foaming at the mouth yet, but I am hoping

I am taking a class at the library (thank goodness we are using computers right now so I can share this right away). The woman sitting next to me came in late, insulted the teacher, then disappeared for a while. When she returned she had two cans of diet coke and a bunch of mentos. Then she started popping the candy like pills with big noisy slurps. Now she is laughing maniacally. I am waiting for her to explode.

Monday, June 8, 2009

they finally woke up

saw the first fireflies

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Grandfather W. B. says

The best lack all conviction,
while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

-Yeats