nightwalk typhoid around the block in novato, with a girl from the town_next_door, like the universe_next_door but even closer. a moonless night. speaking of subjects and matters. how fucking dull. i then look up at the stars again, and am amazed that they are now shining so clearly, i can see, or understand, patterns in them that are not relevant in there apparent chaos, but it fades again into the thought void. 000703 ... Legion around the block down the street around the corner cigarette falling from the corner of my mouth trying to make sense of it all in the rythm of the traffic as it goes by here in this place where i see more airplanes than stars looking for answers looking for reasons finding more questions instead 000703 what's it to you? who go blather from