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These dairn phones will ruin us.

The priest got up in his silver gold and red garb, his hems, his garments, his sash. In a deep voice that echoed through the church, booming really - The plight of the times is technology. Maroon looked about in agreement. He agreed. He does not know. How to voice this. It is interesting. The pews unwind. It's bad choices always, memories of Decatur St. It's violence. The sweet musicians found not so sweet. Third World Criminality. Asperions. God's hand somewhere. They do not, however, perish. They ought to. Their unkindness most... alluvial.... He does not know the word.

 - Sin no more.

Goes in peace and he tries to. It's always this way. There's a gig tonight. Somewhere. No more drink. O well. A man must have rules. Not iron but some sort. Memories of the institutions, one of many... stay straight. Use your pen. My handicap. The fourth link. Something wrong? Write.

I can do that... There's no work. There's nothing.

"Art" is horrid nowadays. No one knows. The treacly street cobblestones. Old. History. The sounds of hooves from some other time. No one knows. No one knows. Ancient man. His mother worries, everyone worries. Iago. What a gentleman. This man is like Iago, himself. Hypocritical. High. Hyper. Yes. Get it out. Lady at the foodstamps. Wonders about him. Talks of kindness she had in Ireland. Paris days. Shakespeare and Co. Old past. Saw it all on shoestring. A feat. His feet. His smelly feet in Texas caused him trouble. That was the end of something. Rover no more. The movie last weekend was fun. He had a date. She is young. He wonders about her willingness. Sin no more. Monastic life. Poverty. Troubles. Change the channel. That man told him. To change the channel. Different world? Same world. Won't figure it out today. Hungry. Synthesis. Anxiety. What for? Never had home. Back to abode. Town center. Take a right. This town knows the story. The bad hand the three boys got. Better now but it's all a n ew lease on life for the mother. Means no home. Hang in there... All you can do... Eat foo and get rides and why worry?

- Morrow

-You left the clock on again. Had about enough. 

  Silence. How he deals... Let them stall. Life like cards. Poverty. Shame. Sit dot wn for the work. Better than New Orleans sleeping in bus. Feet growing worse. Or couch, Texas... Can't give it all away.

Turn, up the stairs. Turn it off. No end. Ok. Rumble in tummy. Food. Friends. Contentment. Companionship. Be cheerful. Winter day.

Church bells ring. Not there yet. Look at it. Gaze at it. Reminds me of Kerouac. Nothing can defeat me if I have... Maybe... Take no butts from outside the Chinese place. Called Mom first thing outside of garage. Didn't answer. Good I think. One less thing she has to worry about. Her guilty son. He clings. Get into it. Just stay out of the hospital. Church instead. Good deal. Have foodstamps. Don't give me dough. I'll make rent tonight. Going against what that man said... About being too creative... maybe he's right... Just today... Things balance strangely. Get back home and practice but not before I contemplate pawning EBT. Popular thing to do. America, I need brake pads. Immobile. Not a... but I'm making it. Virtue of sufferering... Piece of paper on the ground. m lookin for Bowling alley I applied to. Never got back to me. Never was... bullshit interruptions... Frustration... cool down. See flyer of bowling alley... It's Saturday... take it easy.... I applied... Didn't call me back. They played the Doors as I was put on hold. She came back. I said, nice song. Flriting with operators. Bad habit. But if I could just get some. Scared to look. Everything too young... Everything's illegal. Shopping, now. How do you publish? I don't know anyone. I get swiss cheese. The good kind. Government money. I've never touched it with my hands. It's glorious. It's shiny. I feel priveliged. I get off. Get the buffalo turkey... look for the tuna with the olive oil like I was told. Too long. It's just food. Did not run into Walt Whitman. Just my head. Olive oil, a*s, horny. There's this girl, but she's set, and I don't want to ruin her. Might be better off with a woman. I'm supposed to like old girls according to mom. Who, thank God, is still alive. She calls back and I'm glad. She's spending the weekend in Hampton. Not New York. It's alright.

Saw an ad said NY loves Boston but read something else that said who truly knows what lurks in the heart of evil men and motive and profit... And slynesss. O, it's all paranoia. A regular paranoid Saturday. Wish I could make money at thsi writing...  Time I can win win was crooked n' gone n' me Z. O, it was beautiful. I see bottles on the ground and it's always Kerouac, Joyce, Bukowski, and Hemingway. I weep too. Folster Wallace but also save a hatred for him. Here it is reader. forgive me. selfish about it but it's a choice... which brings me to kind lady in bookstrore saying we, the irish, bear the burden better than the rest so it's f**k you i'm irish. It's all I got. I iaint feeble about it. Just let me have it. I'm carrying eight bags of groceryies and I'm sick in the head so let me have it, alright?

I come back and sit down n' take picture n' post them on the computer because it is suppose to work in my favor. Maybe I'll get laid that way. Food is the key to a woman's heart... stop for a second with lookin at new orleans chick picker  that pisses me off because she hates democracy and chick that hate democracy don't put out. O, sad world. I make colossal f**k you united sandwich with lots of mayo, chicken, naan, and nice swiss. i take the picture and fold it over. I even put a sausage on it. I' savor it. My brother comes over. Have at. I'm lookin for a healthy meal, he says. America needs more mayo. Just told Dad he's leavin. I say I hope ya come baack. We smoke. We're both out but I scrounge enough tobacco together for the two of us. We have coffee not booze. We share the heart. He's hurtin'. Me too. I act like I know. I do know some things. I won't recount the whole conversation. He leaves in a better mood. I sit, practice, call my guy. My spirit guy. No answer. I finish the coffee. But while I'm practicing I'm down. Show tonight. Importance of naps, rest.  But not before a s**t. God bless.

Nap is meandering. Lagniappe... A place. A room. Awake. Things to do. A shower, a shuffle, a show to put on... Trying... Trying... They don't like me... They hate jazz... They're envious of black dudes.... have... more... fun... It's awful true. I must dress. What is all this.

What is all this love? This evening had love. And yesterday there was love. I play the gig... It's a rumble. Ya just get up there. Magic. It's magic. It's so good to be alive. To have fought like a boxer. To have earned a sound. A feeling... moves.... These are proofs... These are proofs... What more does anyone need? And the organic chips n' the worlds comin' round n' the young I meet will not have to make my mistakes.... A great naivete you say. But goodness infectious coffee nexus moment is all we have awake poor souls old friends... A jellyroll spread from New Orleans. That sweet place inoffensive. Satch. Gratitude. The point. I have to differ. The point is a feeling. The point is a feeling... Do you understand? God is good. Can you grasp that? How can I transmit that? It is stars and the end of servitude. It is not Communism or Democracy. It is not this or that. It is at the heart and the belly too. It is there... This is the gap to bridge. All are lucky to ever be alive. To have had love and heartache. At least it was! It was not void! It was colorful! It was splendid! It has all been splendid and I could die tomorrow. We could all die tomorrow. The sun may run out of gas! Don't forget! Do what you love! Have no regret! Get there! Suffer for it! Make it happen! Practice, sleep, enjoy. find people. Have a heart. Love and know thyself. Not sixties. Not twenties. Not now. Not eternal. It is feeling! Feel! Get angy! Shout! Have joy, too! Have no prejudice! Rejoice! Not when you are older! That is the biggest lie! There is no such thing! Two year olds achieve this! The womb achieves this! The stars know it! The trees know it! Bears know it! And there are the worst laws! And so much crap! But O it is so small in comparison! Focus not! Free thyself! It is duty! It is point! Point is feeling? Goodness? Not wonder? Not dead! Not bignot small not black not white not Dylan not Spears not me not even you, Feeling!

I shout for all that is not me, the opposite of me! Nove even water not stars not people. Just that thing!  It's just that exuberant thing! Not depression not happy not a million not wash not work not looks not crooks not cabs, not sidewalks, not flyers, not ill-will, not even god! Just that thing! Not this not that not friends not foes not you not I. Not I not me not me not me not here and now not humor. move focus there. everything we are not! Too long.... focused... On war. On work. On vacation on children on respoinsibilites on Fri., Sat, Sun, Mon, tue, wed, thur on truth not truth. on suffering. on worry. on exercise. on hate. on hate on hate. no more hate. Done. Never! not easy. Life is one long moment Ginny. Life is one long moment. Power for Good. All for Good. Bad is bad. Bad is there. But shhh, space. Earth so small. Earth so small. Aliens. Life. Infinity! Passage. Spirit... Why? Grains, Feelings. Not even feelings now. Just exuberance. Worry. Worry. No not Provide. Providence. Prove. She does. Always. New. Done. Open Awake Life Live Long. Hope, 

Freedom, zealous, ardent. Word. does not fail. Word cannot fail. Word is all. Exactly. Word, reason, love. hate. murder. lust. not savy. Evil in world. It is. Evil. People. Not peoples fault. But yes. If you were baptized, you will always know. Like to see research done. All despots first went to class. Learned good. Got bad. They must have cried. They must have cried. People think these grand folks are off the hook. Everything that has lived and will live must live with self. Do good pleasant. Do bad. Ultimate of bad is premature death, madness, sickness, greed, hypocrisy, lies, racism. hatred, stupidity, fristratopm. ruination, AIDS, hippies, poun... sex.... death, decay, s**t, f**k, suck, women. Who am I? Dead. Dead. We are already dead. 

I am. I could. I could. Papa says it is normal to think abou. I know not. Papa is sick. I love Papa. Papa is sick. Break. hatred. woe. Impatience. Hurt. The sucker punch element. the wrong thing down the pike. The formatio. The thing! fear is monkeywrench. That offshoot. That Cash couldn't get happy. How do I know that? How do I know if others were happy? How do I care? Why? No matter. No matter. It is not my life. It is not my business to judge. But Feel. Rumba. Dance. Cures. Future. Open. Sweet. Innocent. Point. Doesn't change. Third eye open.