so it seems summer is exiting much in the way it entered.
reading, solitude, sleeping in late & lots of dehydration headaches.
and at times the thoughts i have really are golden, but they are fleeting, and the energy to put the pen to the paper is just too much. once read maybe twice. but certainly not understood, least of all by me. and i'm sitting here on the side of the freeway with a flat tire. nothing to do but trace the rumble strips with my finger, because i'm not sure how to change it without wrecking things.
all of the things have been packed away now, in little boxes, that can fit in your lap and don't cost more than $5.29 to ship. good riddance, forgotten the instant they pass through my fingers. there are little paper cut outs all over the floor. and my mind/////..........pieces things. things that really have no need to be pieced anymore. because they have been resolved. at least in the most temporary of ways. and the person on the other end was never anything more than 0's and 1's, some kind of fluid self-invented combination. just like i am, .,,,!!!?///.
*he suggests some dramatic course of action. dream but don't sleep. method.method.method. medium. medium.medium. change it and bring it back. he dances in circles while everyone is watching. they don't laugh, and only some of them feel bad for him. the rest of us just sit and stare, amazed at how those digits are rolling...zero one zero zero one. a little calculator on probation from all those other numerals. on , off. off off on...what remarkable craftmanship.
but who am i kidding. sitting here strictly at zero.
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