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Monday:

silly greetings overheard
meaningless laughter waning
everyone has to grow up.
some people just admit it sooner.

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Saturday:

Last night’s festivities soured a bit somehow. I was in a good mood all day, and even more so after seeing the Afro-Cuban All-Stars. Then toward the end of the evening, I found myself arguing about things that I don’t think can be fixed. Maybe that’s the problem… That I seem to think it can’t be fixed. I dunno.

Whatever.
I started on a pretty neat track today…

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Tuesday:

That girl on the speaker, swinging and swaying and singing out the mel-o-deez.
I couldn’t help but watch her. She wasn’t really anything particularly special or amazing all at once, but still I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She wanted people to look at her, but she was still dancing for herself.

Hard music and girls… squishy in all the right spots, and sharp and hard in all the right spots (different spots usually), too.

Yeah. There’s a lot more to life than computers and machines.

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Sunday:

Miami bars stay open and serve alcohol until 4am! That’s some crazy alcohol action there. Los Angeles is downright repressed.

The clubs here lean even more toward the meat market end of things, from what I’ve heard, though. Makes some sense since so many people walk around wearing next to nothing. I’m not one to complain, though.

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Friday:

radio reasons beam out to outer space
no one, perhaps, is there to listen, and that’s too bad
I guess, because if we are not there, then who will be?
and will they be friendly?

revolving simplicities fuel the exploding relationships betrween evil and more evil,
and denegrating evolutionary cycles do nothing to reveal the inner turmoil
tick tock toenails biting at the truth
tuh tuh ta tee

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Friday:

I have to prepare myself to deal with that whole large group inertia thing for the next couple of days… whenever you get involved with a group larger than 5 or so, there starts to be a considerable amount of group inertia… nobody can decide what we want to do, or how we want to do it, or when we want to do it… and then when we do decide, it takes as much time to get everyone together and out the door as it does to do whatever group activity we’ve come up with.

It’s not that bad, I don’t guess… but it is draining, still.

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Sunday:

I think I may have met someone new last night. Well, actually I did meet several people I had never met before, but I may have met one that might actually become a recurring character.

I like it when things are in an upswing and they keep going that way. I just have to remember to not let the first upset spoil the whole thing. up up up!

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Friday:

We’re all pinwheeling our arms around and around out in a grassy field under a clear, blue sky. And we don’t want to run into each other as we spin around, but we sort of do, too.

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Tuesday:

a wrinkling, crinkling of my brow,
and a careful twist of my wrist,
and a slowly building wall of mist.
That’s all it takes for you to know I’m lost.
And the next thing to know is if I’m scared.
And then I guess you can try to figure out if you’re there with me.

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Sunday:

Claw your way up my back and perch your head on my shoulder.
Wrap your legs around my neck and bend all the way over.
A naked trickle of salty semen drips from the corner of my mouth and a drop or two falls down and lands with a splick on your bare behind.

We are love and lust and fuck you combined, and we are never really alive, but you can’t get rid of us no matter how hard you try to close your eyes.

(hey, you know what? I make this up.)