Tuesday, June 24, 2003

Keywords in the blog the computer ate this morning and my smoke opaque to my eye alone. "Real" words. Aberystwyth, Dyfed, Cymru. SociologyLand where creating and juggling terminology is the ticket to keeping yr. superintendents, yr. correction officers, off yr. back so you can drink and Chase romance. Chase romance. The copy of 'Being and Nothingness' in the composer Dan Beatty's home inscribed by his runaway first wife Paula: "I'm the one who read it". Nacogdoches Tx. where Language fixed and immutable in conversation so Quin can communicate by booze ritual alone. My smoke opaque to my eye alone. I'm fucking tired. Maybe if I get those decoder rings shipped. Hell is other people sure. Booze rituals are dull and Bars and Altars all tell the same boring story. Did I ever tell you about the mural around the altar at Redeemer? I'm tired of Bars, especially if I can see the soda guns with their fly drawing residue gunk of Klan juice. Hoax. Whoa. 2. Hoax. I shall peddle me some hoaxes and get me some scratch and groove my way Hollandish where the tulips grow. I'm gonna take a vow of fucking silence. Speculate Paula Beatty paintings. Make that copy of Being and Nothingness a Valuable Curiousity should it still be around. Cut you motherfuckers dead or cut myself dead one. 1:52:16 PM    comment []