( Good-bye, again)
The! Existential Pteradactyl ~
(Jan. 1985). hard as it is not to believe, things are probably (so it, as usual, seems to me) as crazy or crazier than ever. I should, i really should, refrain from identification with any of it. if possible. but … “when the goin’ gets CRAZY, The CRAZY TURN PRO” (w/ direct reference to HST (hunterThompson) referring to “Raoul Duke”)
PAIN. FEELING IT ALL THE TIME. RUNNER’S REBUKE: SINCE SOME OF US ARE SO TERRIBLY SENSITIVE AND REALIZE THAT BEHIND SEEMING OTHERWISE, ALL ULTIMATELY ENDS WITH PAIN, AND SO IT IS IN THIS REALM I DWELLETH. I totter/go through the motions only because then I can rationalize that it is because of my ‘metering’ or involvement with the motion that I actually am administering the pain, (which would ordinarily be felt, anyway). YA-HA! Jackoozy — good beer, and (void of avarice) A DEEP breath?
scraps & dreams. shreds, imagery. more a sieve rather than a net thru’ the current of. i sit, semiuncomfortably, more and more consciously fighting gravity and de-accelerants to CENTRIFUGAL force. acts, motions, as a pile of gravel to sort, discarding some, or many. FILL UP THIS BOOK WITH CRAP! fecal … you talk too much. appropriate anal ogy — this defacatory stuff. like Babel fish. ITZ Novmmbrr 1983 & somehow th’ glue ain’t entirely dissolved yet. unCHEERUP: maybe tomorrow …
totally toosday morning bulbous. (including hemo-donger). the hemo-donger was invented on an overcast Sunday afternoon in January, 1965 by Dick Olson. the yin counterpart was, of necessity, conjured up shortly thereafter. however, it was the lowly hemo-donger that looked in on a totally toosday morning bulbous.
(thinly-disguised amateurish erotica, # XVII in the series ~
(Things are proceeding JUST FINE, now …)