the danger of schizophrenia
Fri July 26
Oh dread, Oh God,
That pasty white tripper, his hypnosis conspiracies and tapped phone theories
I've had a lot of time to think about it and I'm pretty sure it's all fucked up. The phrase "Kiss my sorry ass," keeps repeating itself in my head
the danger of schizophrenia. Rick Monday tells the airwaves it's two one Astros in the bottom of the sixth. Started that UCLA workshop last Tuesday. I wrote about a mushroom a girl got in trouble for trying to make her young neighbor eat.
"outwalked the farthest city light"
They've re-signed Tim Wallach. The computer is on. Ther's a black and blue stack of diskettes here on the desk next to 2 red pens and three yellow pencils on a calendar, the erasers end at my wallet. Mondesi has stolen his twelfth, the tying run is in scoring position. He picked up one of those box cutters. Thirst. Shit. Albert Belle homered. I could watch a porno. There's a double couple Bonnie and Clyde scenario on the fence and platform outside a barn. I've been reading a book on Van Gogh that I picked up off that chest Miguel uses for a coffee table downstairs.
My oh my. I'm soft, need to tread. I've been asked to go down to Cafe Largo with a friend to see her friend sing over there on Fairfax across from Canter's. Eleni is her name.
At school today~ played chess with Levi. I wonder how many fourth graders might enjoy seeing "Searching for Bobby Fisher"? It's 7:10. I've got the Jeopardy Teen Tournament on under the 3-2 Dodger game. I've got to tread.
I watched the Bonnie and Clyde. Flung my stuff into that LACMA shopping bag I've been using as a trash receptacle the last few months.
belt unbuckled around waist. I could do a little bebop tonight.
Oh dread, Oh God,
That pasty white tripper, his hypnosis conspiracies and tapped phone theories
I've had a lot of time to think about it and I'm pretty sure it's all fucked up. The phrase "Kiss my sorry ass," keeps repeating itself in my head
the danger of schizophrenia. Rick Monday tells the airwaves it's two one Astros in the bottom of the sixth. Started that UCLA workshop last Tuesday. I wrote about a mushroom a girl got in trouble for trying to make her young neighbor eat.
"outwalked the farthest city light"
They've re-signed Tim Wallach. The computer is on. Ther's a black and blue stack of diskettes here on the desk next to 2 red pens and three yellow pencils on a calendar, the erasers end at my wallet. Mondesi has stolen his twelfth, the tying run is in scoring position. He picked up one of those box cutters. Thirst. Shit. Albert Belle homered. I could watch a porno. There's a double couple Bonnie and Clyde scenario on the fence and platform outside a barn. I've been reading a book on Van Gogh that I picked up off that chest Miguel uses for a coffee table downstairs.
My oh my. I'm soft, need to tread. I've been asked to go down to Cafe Largo with a friend to see her friend sing over there on Fairfax across from Canter's. Eleni is her name.
At school today~ played chess with Levi. I wonder how many fourth graders might enjoy seeing "Searching for Bobby Fisher"? It's 7:10. I've got the Jeopardy Teen Tournament on under the 3-2 Dodger game. I've got to tread.
I watched the Bonnie and Clyde. Flung my stuff into that LACMA shopping bag I've been using as a trash receptacle the last few months.
belt unbuckled around waist. I could do a little bebop tonight.
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