sunny border blue on: which i don't listen to enough: as if i am afraid it will break in the listening: although it is strong & intense & i'm sure unbreakable. in the same clothes i wore yesterday, fell asleep in, wore to mass this morning, because they are comfortable. my eyes are itching less & i am
here, i feel very
here.
yesterday in these clothes i sat on the steps of the is-it-or-isn't-it-abandoned church of christ-scientist with mischka, drinking a coffee drink which the Coffeeboy Who Looks Like A Young Nick Cave had to make twice for me (once without soymilk, once with) & talking about semantics. can sensitive boys call a dandelion a flower slash can non-christians say �christ� & mean it.
[[interlude >>>i am listening to �spain� & is it wicked of me to want to give the song to you?]]
once again i am left to my own devices & for an hour or so maybe i will hang some things on the wall in my studio. maybe i will sit about.
what i am reading now. george johnson, fire in the mind: science, faith, and the search for order || philip pullman, the golden compass || a.r. ammons, worldly hopes
oh the cat has leapt up into my lap
