what a long, strange 2 days it was...
OK, so Sunday wasn't that strange, just a lazy day where we did virtually nothing, then...
Monday, everything happened: starting with the morning, Trish had an appointment with Dr. Debbie, about some warts she wants removed. My feeling is that they're probably benign, but this is the way of Trish, constantly seeking medical attention.
We went over to the Invisible Hospital for lunch. I had a Salisbury steak & potatoes, while Trish had some species of sandwich. A cute black girl, along with a guy -- a rarity in cowboy country -- set the noon-time reeling: here is one of the things that really turns me on, interracial, something I'll never be able to have again, since marriage. Much of the time, I was frightened. My lack of peripheral vision forces me to "stare" at people & it makes them uncomfortable. But they must've been comfortable: They followed us home, after we couldn't reach the Invisible Taxi for 1/2 an hour. They overtook us from the rear, said "hi," then vanished into distance.
From there, we walked to the Layout, where Ashley was actually working, not Cheri. But we only spent 10 minutes there: Trish had her appointment with Charlene Upstairs, & the broken bond of distrust was healed.
After that, when we got home, Trish wanted to take a nap, because of the extremely fragile emotional state which the psychotherapy had evoked.
Since Trish was upset, to heal the pain, I ventured the idea of ordering out a pizza. The driver arrived 3/4 of an hour after we ordered, so Trish gave him "exact change".
We cleaned the hamster's cage after we'd digested our food some. I don't know what's wrong with him -- Ula-tek's very lethargic now -- but suspect he's dying.
After cleaning the cage, we went down in the basement, to save on the power bill -- fans alone will often keep the downstairs Kool, without having to turn on the a/c. It'll be even better once we get the basement organized, so we can sleep down there.
Speaking of sleeping, when I slept with Trish Saturday nite, the entire Viagra-concocted experience, fueled by Altavista images & Leary thoughts, became one of my most powerful sexual experiences, & fuck VADIS. Innocence raped by napalm fire, under the hegemony of VADIS, NORML Bean, the great fantasy artist (great only in his fantasies), proclaimed me the "Space Fairy" for writing romantic love letters to a girl who lived in a coed fraternity, she of the frequent gang-bangs, she of the vorkle-ball playing; me of her exasperation; religion inspired guilt exacerbating the psychosis which led to "suicide notes to girls", my amazing journal, deprecation of all I had been, up to that point -- I made a scene, they turned around &, with the fortuitous opportunity (for them) to discover I was dropping acid the next weekend, turned Bozo Rebebo on me, him with the vodka they conned me into drinking on top of 4 hits of LSD, sheerly as an attempt to get revenge on me for writing her romantic love letters.
It's only very slowly that I'm getting over all this. Once I've completed the mainstream version of The Mind-Warp Era, the whole world will know of her perversion & perversity. Neither O'dick nor Manhole can save her now.
Monday, everything happened: starting with the morning, Trish had an appointment with Dr. Debbie, about some warts she wants removed. My feeling is that they're probably benign, but this is the way of Trish, constantly seeking medical attention.
We went over to the Invisible Hospital for lunch. I had a Salisbury steak & potatoes, while Trish had some species of sandwich. A cute black girl, along with a guy -- a rarity in cowboy country -- set the noon-time reeling: here is one of the things that really turns me on, interracial, something I'll never be able to have again, since marriage. Much of the time, I was frightened. My lack of peripheral vision forces me to "stare" at people & it makes them uncomfortable. But they must've been comfortable: They followed us home, after we couldn't reach the Invisible Taxi for 1/2 an hour. They overtook us from the rear, said "hi," then vanished into distance.
From there, we walked to the Layout, where Ashley was actually working, not Cheri. But we only spent 10 minutes there: Trish had her appointment with Charlene Upstairs, & the broken bond of distrust was healed.
After that, when we got home, Trish wanted to take a nap, because of the extremely fragile emotional state which the psychotherapy had evoked.
Since Trish was upset, to heal the pain, I ventured the idea of ordering out a pizza. The driver arrived 3/4 of an hour after we ordered, so Trish gave him "exact change".
We cleaned the hamster's cage after we'd digested our food some. I don't know what's wrong with him -- Ula-tek's very lethargic now -- but suspect he's dying.
After cleaning the cage, we went down in the basement, to save on the power bill -- fans alone will often keep the downstairs Kool, without having to turn on the a/c. It'll be even better once we get the basement organized, so we can sleep down there.
Speaking of sleeping, when I slept with Trish Saturday nite, the entire Viagra-concocted experience, fueled by Altavista images & Leary thoughts, became one of my most powerful sexual experiences, & fuck VADIS. Innocence raped by napalm fire, under the hegemony of VADIS, NORML Bean, the great fantasy artist (great only in his fantasies), proclaimed me the "Space Fairy" for writing romantic love letters to a girl who lived in a coed fraternity, she of the frequent gang-bangs, she of the vorkle-ball playing; me of her exasperation; religion inspired guilt exacerbating the psychosis which led to "suicide notes to girls", my amazing journal, deprecation of all I had been, up to that point -- I made a scene, they turned around &, with the fortuitous opportunity (for them) to discover I was dropping acid the next weekend, turned Bozo Rebebo on me, him with the vodka they conned me into drinking on top of 4 hits of LSD, sheerly as an attempt to get revenge on me for writing her romantic love letters.
It's only very slowly that I'm getting over all this. Once I've completed the mainstream version of The Mind-Warp Era, the whole world will know of her perversion & perversity. Neither O'dick nor Manhole can save her now.
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