Saturday (forever) afternoon
Yesterday seemed near-archetypal, in the way things proceeded from typical beginning -- brecchie & coffee with Trish -- to a culmination in a real atomic blowjob; it's figuring out the mediating causes, half & half & in-between, which occupied the day.
I remember actually eating the leftover stir-fry from a daze ago for lunch; I typed a long email to "Buffalo" Bob Richards; then I played some with the keyboard with the headphones on -- they weren't as revealing as the tape. Then my beautiful Bumblebee Girl called, saying she was walking home.
When she arrived she took a shower, while I played old Rekerds. We ate an early supper of leftover sketti, then played some more Rekerds. In the interim between cleaning & a wholesale assault on my Rekerd collection, we called Trish's mom.
I feel bad about what I said to her. I mentioned that I'm no longer attending the Layout, because I have to talk down to everyone there. Rosemary replied that she's only had a high school education; that wasn't the point. I simply meant I'm better off staying home & writing -- drawing, painting, creating music (not simply playback -- require my time more than sitting around with nothing to do, waiting for a free meal -- "See what a good cook I am!" seems Cheri's refrain; I've got another, better one: "The Empire never ended!" (It's good Dick.)
Will there be another Empire? Perhaps al Qaeda -- Muslims possess a fervor not unlike the spirit which drove early Christians to be thrown to the lions -- but Christians today are too complacent; nobody's going to strap on a bunch of sticks of dynamite & blow up a building the way they do. If the Christian nations don't prevail, it will be for this reason.
In the meantime I have to figure out Imagine. I have all the notes & chords; now, all I have to do is make it sing! on my little machine, with the 100 rhythms, with the 150 sounds. It's fun mixing & matching. Plus the tape deck reveals all my errors.
Trish is sleeping in today; we went to church Saturday evening, so now we have a full day free, save for keeping the hamster a happy, happy, happy! one by cleaning his cage. Then there comes watching the tape I made of Painkiller Jane, mostly due to curiosity about the Cosmicomic.
There will be breakfast, stripped bare of its Cathedral; there will be music; there will be A/V; there will be science, art & religion. I will be there in different guises, creating; always Creating -- emotion revealed & regarded both the same...
Yes!
I remember actually eating the leftover stir-fry from a daze ago for lunch; I typed a long email to "Buffalo" Bob Richards; then I played some with the keyboard with the headphones on -- they weren't as revealing as the tape. Then my beautiful Bumblebee Girl called, saying she was walking home.
When she arrived she took a shower, while I played old Rekerds. We ate an early supper of leftover sketti, then played some more Rekerds. In the interim between cleaning & a wholesale assault on my Rekerd collection, we called Trish's mom.
I feel bad about what I said to her. I mentioned that I'm no longer attending the Layout, because I have to talk down to everyone there. Rosemary replied that she's only had a high school education; that wasn't the point. I simply meant I'm better off staying home & writing -- drawing, painting, creating music (not simply playback -- require my time more than sitting around with nothing to do, waiting for a free meal -- "See what a good cook I am!" seems Cheri's refrain; I've got another, better one: "The Empire never ended!" (It's good Dick.)
Will there be another Empire? Perhaps al Qaeda -- Muslims possess a fervor not unlike the spirit which drove early Christians to be thrown to the lions -- but Christians today are too complacent; nobody's going to strap on a bunch of sticks of dynamite & blow up a building the way they do. If the Christian nations don't prevail, it will be for this reason.
In the meantime I have to figure out Imagine. I have all the notes & chords; now, all I have to do is make it sing! on my little machine, with the 100 rhythms, with the 150 sounds. It's fun mixing & matching. Plus the tape deck reveals all my errors.
Trish is sleeping in today; we went to church Saturday evening, so now we have a full day free, save for keeping the hamster a happy, happy, happy! one by cleaning his cage. Then there comes watching the tape I made of Painkiller Jane, mostly due to curiosity about the Cosmicomic.
There will be breakfast, stripped bare of its Cathedral; there will be music; there will be A/V; there will be science, art & religion. I will be there in different guises, creating; always Creating -- emotion revealed & regarded both the same...
Yes!
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