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July 4, 2005
20 Cues
Is it really 11:15pm Monday night July 4th?
Have I really sat here for three days straight (questionabl word choice there at the end)?
Have I really not even started yet the book review that I was supposed to have completed and submitted by today?
Did I really not even step outside for a moment’s peek at the firework,s over the city, remaining cooped and happily annoyed at the noise in the back back waybackground (machine)?
Does the color and odor of my urine really genuinely frighten or simply surprise and maybe shock me?
Does it really smell like slow brased pork enlivened with a little tacked on pineapple (industrial rings please, they look prettyiest) and a dashing of dapper decembery nutmeg?
Or, was that a barbecue out back wafting up through the bathroom window?
Have my teeth ever felt grimier?
Or been neglected this long, out of sheer preoccupation cinched and clinched by a helping of cocommittant laziness.
Have I really failed to even email my sister and her family to tell them that yes, I would be thrilled and delighted and eagerly anticipating my meeting up with them at newark day afer tomorow as they while away a few hours of layover?
Did I really finish that second, wait, not, third weekend roung of 8, or no…? I mean, I’m sure I’m out again (as impossibleas it seems, as difficult as it is to wrap my head around that, I’m sure it’s true; nobody else here is smokin’ em. but the tilly tally, who can keep track? Hell I actually have a problem remebering where Iput my pipe down just a few minutes earlier. Oh, ti happens with alarming frequency, I’d venture regularity, that I mispolace a pipe in my immediate vicinty—an arm’s radius out around my cross-legged sitting posture. This can be Paritally explained bymy need to have everything hidden for when my precious roommate ujp and barges in for another bumming of my cigerettes. no, he usually \calls out and then doesn’t enter when I give the clearance for some reason unknown to me. but he has come in a coiuple times when I was asleep (waking me up int he process) to get a cigerateet thinking he couold sneak one by,k so given that he gets uncontrollable urges to smoke at unpredictable times and I am always in the room well armed and surrounded by paraphernalia, including hours ungodly for wakefulness, ti makes sense that I keep vikgilent about squirling away the immplements and iknstruments immediately following eacnh use, go cover us in all congtinencies.
Does he really instruct me on the basics of living?
Do I really dread his home time that much, findin myself wishing to powers for good and humanlike embodiments of same but without validated user accounts, that he leave or that it not be him cominb in the door down stgairs?
Have I really let his Nightmares on
Wax songb les nuits, off carb oot soul, as bood as it is, repeat continusoulsy for I don’t know how lonvg ug ungamedd or domesticatged speculatgion has me saying 45 minutrwa.
really?
Posted by peligrito at July 4, 2005 11:15 PM
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