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updates:
Busted my right knee open twice, the first time because of a failure of planning (running should go before drinking), the second time out of pure carelessness (in a downpour). Also put a name to a condition (conjunctivitis). Navel gazing going well - discovered a base state of anxiety - highly sensitive, unpleasant. Now what does this mean. I like to think in pop-biological terms, and religious questions are the most interesting. What does THAT mean. I dont care -- futures are for constructing, not for discovering. I have a new long term project: learning how to dream lucidly, which i'm deeply excited about. Kundera is a genius. So is Turner (the painter).



"Seven simple rules for a life in hiding:
One, never trust a cop in a raincoat.
Two, beware of enthusiasm and of love, each is temporary and quick to sway.
Three, if asked if you care about the world's problems, look deep into the eyes of he who asks, he will not ask you again.
Number four and five, never give your real name, and if ever told to look at yourself, never look.
Six, never say or do anything with the person standing in front of you cannot understand.
And seven, never create anything. It will be misinterpreted. it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life, and it will never change"



writing i found on the wall:
To suk the x out of X – I’m not going to lie! Drunk again! Ate shaved ice and tiramisu – before that, karaoke. A standard story. Fleshed out by eperience. The best years of one’s X. I X with X, had breakfst at X, with random kindergarden teacher, Chinese, putting makup on her face, as most Chinese are --- sandard! Uninteresting.A hop and a step, at home that over looks the perl tower and other things that you mght be familiar with.And burnig hunger alleviated by – I don’t realy know.
Lets ge X everyday! I cant really imagine a better life. Except for the aging on one’s fce. TE Lawrence never drank and died eary on a motorcycle – the only way to go.
I cant remember the last time ive been denied someone;s X
A barometer!



nothing wrong or indecent, I swear, with showing eachother some raw matter. Before carving and polishing. Ginberg and Cassidy sat across from eachother crosslegged telling eachother everything that came to mind, without moving. It's the kind of intimacy I crave, to be honest. Sucking eachother in via the eyes and mouth, drop by drop