31 may 1996

31 may, 1996

late wake up to find my computer starting funny
like not starting at all
when I plug it in it won't run
only works on batteries
time with tech support
only one phone in this house next to a doorknob hung kitchen trash bag laden with rancid foodstuffs
call austin, speak to bill
arrange for a computize part shipment and repair

imelda brings her daughter danielle
danielle brings her cat
damn if chiba ain't ornery, mebbe somethin' 'bout livin' in a well travelled house
where everybody plays with it intensely for minutes on end
versus danielle likes to squeeze and hold hers
that's the nurture explanation
of why chiba followed the other cat around biting it, pawing at it
lookin' for a faht.
imelda with child, two years old precocious danielle
now me sag, imelda aries, dani leo - a fire fandanglo
a good place to eat in corpus cristi is the viet nam deli
the good sandwich has meat in it
so much for enlightenment
we stop at office depot for my favourite pens
for UniBall Vision Micro
we visit lawyers friends, folks she might work for do some consulting
everyone is
like www.blake.com these lawyer folks
doing local gigs, going to lawyer trade shows, advertising web put ups
there's two guys, both have seen my web pages
so this guy sez,
howzit feel to be known as the page everyone comes to for sex links?
I would feel less redeemed if imelda hadn't found me through jane's addiction
catering to her guest, Imelda finds me five full geek out hours in the tamucc compu lab
we ordered pizza
I transferred some pikchures and worked on the gospel.
I felt bad about keeping those folks around during my workin's
she said son't worry about it - I love computers
and danielle was entertaining herself I guess
but Imelda, she was mostly consuming the web - that's why I felt bad
I would have felt better if we were both building stuff.
browsing amy.com, my next hostess
she's pretty cute - I forgotten she has a boyfriend

last minute leaving, joel slotnikoff mails me
"sweet 19yo ex-hooker's story"
that's some shit, I put it at the top of all my pages for a few days.
when we left, my glasses steamed up ninety five degrees outside - fourty deegrees inside
damn there was not only my glasses steamed up
but humidy formed on me fingers!
it jes' ain't nachurl!
so then I was left at the house, right, jes me by myself
I played a lot of drums - a kit, a good pounding session
ismael's brother comes in
sez where's my brother, I dunno
how old are you? you buy some beer for my and my friends? ismael would do it if he were here.
something said I could refuse on moral principle, but I was young once, and why shouldn't I help a guy out
so I got money from five folks or so - to buy bud and bud light
some were twenty - didn't seem a problem
I did and returned, left their beer on a trunk, headed for the house
guy sez - I'm not picking that up
five oh rolls in with flashing lights and spot lights

shit.
do you know what corrupting a minor is?
yeah.
blah blah blah
I'm doing tai chi to calm my nerves
do you have any dope on you?
cuz one of the latinas did
you think I'm dumb enough to have a hairstyle like this and carry pot on me
in texas?
they made her pour her bag out,
they tried to strike the fear of god and the law in me
and let us go, keep our beer.
the kids pict it up, took off
I'm not inclined to help corrupt the youth agin.
alcohol's dum.
likker laws are dummer.
being in jail in corpus cristi for bud light is dummes.

watching strange days
a cyber flik
expensive trash
fun for technology, future vision a little wrenching
the acting out of the inevitable millenial apocalyptic vision
to say goodbye to my hostess,
I had to leave the house twenty minutes before the end
now I sit out here with my powerbok in the ocean tickled breezes
it's cooler out here
a little unnerving - trees scraping the sides of houses sound like
pssst.
otherwise you can hear the sound of the flik rock
it's 3.50 am, I really don't have anyone to fear
my bowels are acting up
it feels very poetic
to be far away from a streetlamp,
next to a pile of trash, typing on some drought dried grass
tomorrow is austin
I'm leaving because I've been here before
tomorrow night is the full moon
a spiritual lad invited me a drum circle
but I've been stoned
and now cynical, there's more in new experiences, places, people
my shoed feet step fast time in another city
maybe there they won't know it's the full moon
I'll know it, they'll feel it.
wakeup in five hours
life doesn't want me to sleep much
some day I'll sleep a lot
it won't be tomorrow.
I ate a lot of pizza for dinner
pardon the cheese
farts breezed away
my hair blows around
soft dirty knobules
timothy leary's dead
he passed away quiet
and he knew it
hah.
tibet.

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