[ Thursday, May 13, 2004 ]
this is like, drunken rambling of the fingers, slight decompressions of the mind from the journey it has been through.its mostly crap ;)
part 1.
bing,...
burning through the atmosphere. i fucking hate flying
totally unnatural mode of transport, hurtling through the ether at 40 000 feet. bumping across the tops of snowstorms.
loss of control.
sweet weeks in yr arms, kisses..
makes my mind glow in magical ways.
pt. 2
yeah.... like dylan in the movies... don't look back.
the commentary! have to rent the dvd again. "he's on stage with the axe in his hand, an di'm sittin g in my seat eating a hole in the chair with my rectum"... weird, like, naked lunchy
back from the montreal. weird.
wasted, two for two being back in the land of van...
hassled by the motherfucking man tonight... asshole. at reggae,. .,. ,. reggae night, at cafe duk soleil, and i'm smoking this joint about the size of a pinhead., he flashes his badgfe and all pigly says "you better put that out right now"... asshole. what does he expect? this is VANCOUVRER, CAFE DU SOLEIL, REGGAE NIGHT, COMMERCIAL FUCKING DRIVE! i mean hell, i hat e hippies too, but you have to fucking expect weed at an event like that, and damn.... what are they trying to proove.? don't those cochons have crime to fight?
part three.
blue bears.
lips pursing in post
bliss,
"how can i expect (be) expected to go anywhere now>?
i love you and i miss you. i can't believe i actually got to hang with you... in the flesh, in the montreality. montreality....
montreality. yeah.
i love you so much. its bizarre and beautiful and wow. ßyeah. already i miss the snuggle against you as the body grows close to sleep. sleepy!
train time...
train time.......
train time......
whenisitnottraintime?
ya.
part four.
we HAVE TO cover maggot brain. my LORD!
i was not offended. i knew i had to rise above it all or drown in my own shit.
shit
SHIT.
PART SIX.
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part seven
i'm really stoked on these arial pictures i have... its pretty cool to have my own cool picturseeeeeeeees taken from forty thousan d feet or whatever. . . i can use them without fear of cpyright! . hah. so wild, tehe rej argh, the rockies look mad. i can't believe, like, say, alexander mckenzie...l"from canada, by land"... i 'd love to retracse his journey one day... well, ...sort of. i think i'd skip the part where he wen't all wrong, and staggered twards the arctic ocean and then had to come back.
i think i'd like to take some coursedss in canadian history... going to mnotreal totally like, retuned my interest in acanada. i want to see it all., and i want otto know its history better. its a pretty interesting plavce, i think, maybe all places are,. maybe not, ... i don't know, isi t lik,e, hidden anarchist patriotism? i want to know all abotut it, tho...... becuz i know there are good and weired, and amazing human stories involved. even if there is a lot of fuckded up dumb shit too.
at this piointoreowt i'm besickkally ty[opoing on purpose.
and id'm loissizing feeling inmy fingers.
Escaper [5/13/2004 12:07:00 PM]
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