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July 18, 2005
Ho Hum 2 (day)
Was resolved, or more like at the end of Benji’s leash, tired of being tired, to not police this eventide. And even though I was happy about that, I felt those “there’s nothing to live for” thoughts—not in a suicidal or even depressed way, but in a very blase, ho hum, who cares way at the feeling that, well, alright, but not fun, not interesting, almost like chores, going home, going to bed. Thought I’d get a tastee-freeze, though, a nightcap, with a little brown baking before bed. I hit it so hard and steady over the weakend that I had 5 Minty Stems to mine, in a range of fairly fresh and clean tasting to sludgic-age LaBrea tar taste-sensation. [Some irony in the mintys being the not fresh tastings.] I left them in my beautifully restored (if I do say so myself) bedside prized possession & sole piece of furniture table, under two concealing copies of “The Daily Word.” Layor Lays there! (Ok, stoopid: 1. The Godly used profanely, 2. The Godly covering one’s sins (i.e. redemption, salvation, forgiveness, etc.), 3. The perfected encapsulation: Yo, crack everyday. Word. —> The Daily Werd. And so on… So, I’ve exhaled the white light of disappearing dust and felt more than anything the irrestible force of the compulsion to call. Maxaid.
Posted by peligrito at July 18, 2005 7:55 PM
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