openroadsong: October 2003 Archives

i was something to say made of my own language however the waves, formless from the start, have fallen into an unearthly glassy trance flatline flowing from the sensation of russian or something quite similar being spoken into a courtesy phone just over my left shoulder by someone sitting surfing the same internet i'm typing into just over his right shoulder. listening to the soft soft consonance, phrases formed on a tongue that learned entirely different phonemes throughout its formative phases, i am lost in the difference which i confess tickles something somewhere near maybe the base of my skull & could easily easily lull me drowsy into dreams describing things i've never known, tempting tempting i want to relent, to let my lids give in to the gravity the gravity is everything no no that's not right is it? it is the strongest force in the universe yes but it is certainly not everything there are other things, i just can't at the moment remember even one of them.

except i do, i am all about beginnings but each thing has its own such a long boring story explaining it getting this way and the way things change every instant (on the toes, gotta keep on the toes) so basically what we have here now.today is the tequila.oj breakfast with the daughter and the box of pictures on the sunny (ocean viewable) balcony (there will be a gallery for these it will be fun yes) the moving again this time to a futon near the beach (place with the ocean viewable balcony) and the time it takes to take some time and begin again and i wonder if they realize i'm gonna put webcams in the toilets? oh not really. ok maybe. no i'm kidding. of course i am.

stress.related gastroenteritis all weekend.long bloody hell that is but well enough here sunday night walk a mile for a bit of internet interlude grinning most of the walk in this pleasant conspiracy with the night when was the last time you walked wide open to the night? places to go but nowhere to be particularly? yeah.

thank you dr. suzie