Mindstorm

A fearsome & fantastic journey to the heart of the Savage Id.

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Location: Invisible City, North Dakota, United States

Read my book, The Mind-Warp Era. It'll tell you about the real Lead--& his alter-ego, the true Rootboy covered with slime (the Savage Id). Partly a poignant memoir, partly a cosmicomic book, it relays the Id's adventures thru dark dimensions of funereal dread, with Timothy Leary as co-pilot. (The rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated.)

Friday, March 16, 2007

fast mover soft machine...

...my Soft Machine flirts with other guys. S'okay with me: for awhile, there was Kimothy, a direct threat to our relationship. An indirect threat, like having fuzzy feelings for Michael or Say Bra (too much! the magic bust!) at work is a different story: they remain as fantasies; Michael is married (yeah, but again, there are a lot of extramarital affairs) & Say Bra is the boss & wouldn't appreciate Trish in her gay apparel.

It's the Ho or No lesbians who are/aren't a threat. If she's bi, I do want Trish to buy a membership there, as other women are totally non-threatening -- to me, not to her: bi-gals in 3sums sometimes interfere on the hetero side. This is precisely what happened with Kimothy. Plus, she bites. From the standpoint of bj, I can attest to this.

Yesterday, it having snowed last night, after our breakfast of pancakes, I walked to Invisible Optometric to have my eyes examined. Need a new lens, as the Seroquel has changed my vision. The pressures are both fine.

I split for the Perky Pam Layout, to give Karen the bill for the tile job. 80 buckadingdongs. She took me around to the bank, in order to cash my $35 spending cash check, then to pick up our airline tickets.

Once home, I resumed work on TC, with occasional forays into Hot or Not or YM -- since I didn't expect Trish to be off work until at least 2:30. I logged on to a place of many Vadisystems & Jillongs. when a few minutes later, I heard the sound of the key: Trish. Say Bra had helped with the dishes, as well as the day had been dead.

She left for the Invisible 7-11, while I entered a conversation with one Nicky that lasted until about 5:00. After supper -- Chicken Helper -- I once more surfed the darkened seas, writing an email to Val-gal. She's so popular.

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