this morning (it is 8:51) is cold, damp and white as sheets. I can't figure out how to work the shower but i need to take one. I put on radiohead's 'my iron lung' to give me some power. i will return to it in a moment. then im off to the city to explore for the day. i should have brought a sweatshirt with me on this trip.
yesterday on top of the hill at gasworks park there were people running up to the top throughout the day gasping for air. their exercise bothered me for some reason, though i sort of craved it myself. exercise for self-improvement seems sort of rotten. but for other reasons...
at a bar last night i saw a madman play the xylophone and there was a guy who kept going to the bathroom - i was sitting in a large black chair sipping a beer near the door - and he'd walk by with the right foot sinking into the ground at a 45 degree angle, then springing up like a slinky being thrown down stairs. his left leg would swing around like he was trying to catch something. he had a cane. all in all this man's walk was different...it was cool...
got back and exchanged words with a mango and fell into a deep world, perhaps traversed the territory of benjamin, but said fuck it and woke up with a boner.
tonight i go to a whiskey bar. --alabama
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