I won’t allow the conflicts of the day into my prose. All illusion all the time.
Daily Archives: June 8, 2007
It’s unusual to have a mustache.
Override non sequitur.
I’m going home soom. I’m used to haze and clouds, I find them comforting.
Not only do I expect my self to be a self. I expect every human’s self to be a self. Impermanence, anatta, dukkha. How easy to get off track.
The coffee is terrible. Watery for an espresso.
jangling, the music is loud, Tina Turner, Dougie, favorite character, sitting in the corner mumbling, guy with tattoo of an axe on his forearm, sketching, someone like Blair maybe—I get tired. I get tired. Hey g’bye. Dougie says. Leave the poor guy alone. She shoots for Christianity. She is a tiny girl, a tiney angel, with tan skin, dark hair, named Angel. Everyone knows Doug. How’s your bike runnin’, Dougie, good? Here I am with characters. Still Life with Characters. Different bike from the last one he had. Everyone seems friendly. Hesitation. No No No. Dougie, Mario, Jim.
june 8, 2007
Stopping. moment. moment. moment. need a punctuation mark like “bullet,” period raised, superscript,