Sunday, June 12, 2005

Insanity

Stairs. Walking up. Winded. Damn lungs. Phone call. Hey. OK. OK? OK! Crashhh. Wake up. Brain. Morgan. Cab. Bus. Fly Ribbon. 3600+ points. Canal St. Times Square. Aerosmith. Scientologists. Let's hit up PAX again. Do not question the Doogs. 59th. Happy birthday John. 63rd. Sundeep. Tiny glass goblets of fire. Spoon Special. Is that water? Cab. Five years. We feel bad. Buy a lighter. Dark street. Stop walking. Walk. Stop. Walk. Stop. Turn around. Done. Melody. Vin. Fuck the government. You're D. Liu? Looks like Faye. Bottle. Cigarette. Bottle. Cigarette. Cup. Cigarette. Looks like Andy Garcia. Clove. Mint. Same hookah bar, same bouncer. Deja vu. Detroit. What can Brown do for you? Yellow face. Table for ten. Sake. No bomb. No drop. Pour. Chug. Chicago in the summer. The Pacific Ocean in the spring. An ounce each. I'll get on it Monday. In the woods. Don't panic. Light. Bar. Rejected. Bar. Rejected. Stoop. Closing eyes. Hop the fence gate. Bench. Water fountain. Reverse peristalsis. Under water. Hop the fence gate again. Of course not. Phone call. No idea. Cab. 14th. Apple Bank. Sign in. Room. Pillow. Crashhh. Wake up. Cold. Who is that? Sign out. Hot. Others. Waiting. Union Square. 59th. 63rd. Free water. 77th. Spice. Spring roll. Pork. Dirty shirt. 63rd. Air conditioned room. Peace out. 59th. East Broadway. Purple ticket. Philadelphia. Heat. Languish in the language of anguish. Pottruck? Cab. Tired. Shower. Change. Clean. Bench. Cigarette. Erdman. Chuck. Allegro's. Bottles. Biopond. 4028. Luke. People. Beatles. Modest Mouse. Bert. 4051. Happy birthday Louisa. Glass. Porch. Drexel. Writing is my passion. I will never quit. Fuck the government. People. Nepal is always cool. 7-11. Coolest police officer I've ever met. Gregory. Van Pelt Manor. Third floor. What were we doing? Out. Back. Down. Lying on back. Building. Dark. Sky. Black. Cigarette. Frogro. Chair. Bum. Cigarette. Move car. Responsible. Safe. Back. Thom Yorke. Billie Joe. Bob Dylan. Playlist. Crashhh.

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