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May 21, 2005
checkers
+5
Max finally came by and/to check/ed me. I invited him up which he was (seemingly contrarily) down with. When up said good because somebody down there watching & looking. That I’d thought of, and my lazy, and my weird and tiny interest in getting into people’s spaces or them into mine—what doesn’t belong fits well enough, is the triumph, I guess. I verb him back to the room with me while I look for money. How many you got, I ask as I blankly look from mantle, to bed, to jacket pockets and back. Lots, he ways. I chuckle like this, heh, whatever I want, eh—yuh, just like so. and with utmost breeze and levity I indicate that it’ll be 5, let’s make it 5, why not? He hands, asks if we’re straight, I affirm positively (that’s a popular but redundant coupling there, isn’t it?) and let him out. Then snap, crackle, and pop to high heaven.
Posted by peligrito at May 21, 2005 3:26 PM
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