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June 27, 2005
on down the road/Rhode/rode
Looks like for once (or for once and for all), finally, it will be a relatively eased on in on smooth tranny (-sition) (into Monday and the work week and the R. life and the r.esponsibile[stet] life). I really do hope to make this the end all biyall. turn my life over to God. The (techno-twentyith cent) idol of sobriety.
It’s late: 12:43, but it’s all relative. Most often I’m finishing up the gleaming dusty baby powdery good crumbsion around 4:37-4:09. So this is good. It may owe something to the fab ironicyton that just after that last scathing grateful post, s. comes in and mentions the tea place a couple blocks down. I love tea and I love tea places but late at night, no. that’s hippytonsville, at least in vidraphonic headspace terms. anyway, I wanted to beg off, so I said I was going to the local bar. that I go sometimes on sunday nights and have gotten to know a few of the regular sunknighbt shugfight club crowd that way. and, well, i want/need/am expected to check in. so he says, ok, let’s break the rules [what rules? oh no! wow, whoopee, we’re crazy rebels!] and go! I’ll buy you a beer. [i remmber when that would have sounded great in a de rigour fashion. now, i can barely choke one down to mitigate a come down. in fact, i can’t choke one down to mitigate a come down. I take ‘em like i was taking a sippy cup out of mama’s purse and then throw an indeterminate fit of self-alienation and indeterminacy channeled in to bustling about a creaky floored room or indianing atop a boxsprings mattress wiht my wrists on compaq black, trying to avoid the metal through the indy (-ustrial) fabric gouging away at my ankle, a pixie having made a deal for the existence of breeders in this state, in this day and age, living, road raging. okay, that got versified into a koan of my own lobosity, my mindsphere whereupon no-share rights have been granted by the adietyministerator. sorry. wanky.
so i go to the bar with s. it’s miserable. especially because far way above and beyond—in/of a galaxy far far a …a way!—the other times, there are cute girls and hottish girls and lovable women and such in fem-centric pairs or groupings and not in focused shoptalk/psychobalk, but kind of distracted carrying on while looking around, but there’s only so much red ambiance tha tcan be absorbed or appreciated, rigt?> but I couldn’t operate with that kid talkiung about how his girlfriend in isreal, who he refused to have sex with when she was on her period, came inbto his apt at 2:30 am wiht a friend and gave him a “naked massage” until he was horny at which moment the friend skeedaddled (thanks to EPT testing, Standord, New Jersey) leaving him wiht no choice but to ride the red river. (did I just make that up?) I did, but maybe not the first to, it’s way too obvious. but I never remmber hearing it. It’s groundbreaking! No.
so I’m wanting to get my game, what little I never had gone, on. but opt to down another favorite brooklyn lager while he sips gingerly at his hieny. (he also said “I don’t like drunk women”) and then ask him if he wants to go home (with me, heh). horrible missed opps. horrible suffrage through convos about how israel bars are more like the european tradition. and how the israeli national basketball team won the euro league champion ship twice, two years after each other (that’s the eureopean league [oh really?]), imagine that! wow, that’s great….funny that the first (hope final?!?) time i “go out” (albeit around the corner for 45 mins) with s is right after my smei-public rant about him. cleansing. ethnic cleansing…no. sorry. i didn’t.id.
Posted by peligrito at June 27, 2005 12:40 AM
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