who knows where ideas come from?
1-2-3-4,
i am dead, come back for more.
don’t know what else
is still in store
from the D-2000 TURBO WHORE.
sexy skies
going blind
running rampant
in my mind.
try to find
one of my kind
it isn’t blue, leave it behind
08.14.96
am in p.e.i., charlottetown. last night i had stayed up until 1 am with a young boy, jonathan, about 12 yrs? but we built an inukshuk (sp?)...have pics.
have lost my white sequence boat jacket, but my biggest loss is my how insensitive novel by russell smith. i left my coat at the dartmouth holiday inn; the novel is i don’t know.
tom puked on my leather ragweed bag. it’s okay, cos i gave it a bath.
i am a tv junkie. i am part of the tv generation. i am mesmerized by the wonderful cathode box. tv. cult.
for some reason, going to pei seemed like a good idea at the time; it turned out alright but never great. everything starts out as a “great idea” but fairy tale endings never occur. i’m leaving for québec city on saturday (08.09.97); will be back soon! yeah, it seems like a good idea now. more adventures when i return.
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