My friend Δ lurched and blew effluence into my larynx. Out of all the particles floating around, I liked her style. That’s very Nietzchean; to develop style, the being of a way of life. I know a couple others. We woke up to a notorious breakfast, having intuited the first principles for a synthetic necessary connection.
This is the girl and espresso for-which I fall to pieces for-tri-trip steak.
What about this silence amongst the shrubs?
Woke up at 2 a.m. or so, having realized that I wouldn’t be able to tie my shoes. For some reason I now have an extra set of keys. Well, I had to ask, “pull up yourbra.” Was it the Jim Beam?
The other Sunday – I typically bathe on Sunday – on my way back, I contemplated taking a taxi, when this couple oozed across the pavement. Holding hands, she muttered something under her breath and I decided to wait for the bus. Twice in fact, once to watch.
Overdue for my sine-wave session.
Recollection Services Incorporated 
Leave a comment