earlier spring

March storm system, two peaks.

21_IV

0346: dreamt about owning a bus and driving around to pick up all the fine ladies i've ever met



0908: urine smells awful, has a bright yellow color



1030: apple tastes like cardboard. forget about eating



1330: return from JC, water-pressure is low, slowly diminishes to nothing. Call ****



1533: water came back on, lights still on, iced-coffee still available

Lollapalooza 1994

Kansas City, 11 July, 1994

"This is the place WHERE you're gonna die."

BATES 56
tattooed on the forehead.

"Let's start a band, we'll cover Swell Maps, David Bowie and The Cure (fuck The Cure) or maybe some supermash-up montages. Like, start with BDP The Bridge is Over....then lead into some guitar or keyboard quoting Tom Sawyer. Let's start a rigorous intake of drugs and see what happens." -words from the drummer of the failed Iowa City band known only as 'Requiem For Rapists'

Washed Back

I was on a huge plane of garbage, like lost in the 2nd dimension. But I got a lucky lottery number and I wound up leaving.

Then I was found to be alive, and I had gone back 5 years to 2003 when I got lost on the vast flatfield of garbage. It is 2005 right now, and I'm not catching up 3 years fast enough. I need to get ahead of myself.

village at dusk

From four posts ago (harbingers: the gentrification of Greenwich Village) retorts the flâneur's dusk walk.