morning notes

I want too many things to get to everything I've ever wanted early morning incoherence I hate it when I dream about work I'm there enough damn you win some and lose some they say it's the truth reading about Radiohead, writing stomach empty a lot dreamt I was being spied on by helicopters outside …

going to see the Exorcist in a few minutes. really looking forward to seeing some good horror.

open the window

if you dream you're sitting at a desk facing the screen and a long lost friend enters to sit down to face another screen, make repairs, and ignores your greetings, is that so bad? the dark is falling over us. sound of crickets, the cooler air, all components of my favorite time of year. don't …

escapist muses

"I'm an escapist." as in, yeah, I wanna escape this. you're lost either here or there, and I know what here is. you have the sidewalk, and stores, coffee shops, footsteps, soon a cold wind, and rain. this place desolate on a Saturday, and "mindless dance music." this guy resigned, moving up and out. secure …

just wait

saturday work schedule. finished everything. sitting here just waiting to see if something else is coming in. otherwise, I'm free to go. we spend much of our time waiting. waiting on people, waiting on the processor, waiting on the printer, the plotter, the scanner, the oven. waiting for fingers to type and get it right. …

don't want to cause any nightmares. don't want to feel like hell in the morning. don't want to have a heart attack and fall on the ground unconscious. the pain is so great, an amber. mailbox is empty. notes. you get all sorts of ideas into your head, things you need vs. things you want. …

tales from the crypt

backache from hell feeling ignored c. the usual is so terribly painful because it knows it and doesn't care it's that solid opposite of everything you want everything to make your life easier denied domestic decay

bedtime

wanting to write in my notebook but not. here. and bed soon. rest, replenish. the goal is to get rid of this headache to write and read and figure out a few things. spend the good time alone away from everyone that time I need with myself that sparse, valuable time. eyes so incredibly sore. …

15 second hail storm

I'm drinking water what more do they want from me? listening to Bad Brains not Soul Brains my eyes drop and open thinking of the train years spent on the impersonal train who in their right mind would want to live here?