written_on_napkin_unknown_date Piso Mojado *in love with who she was *why am i doing this? *why cant i force myself to do this because i dont see its importance *sanctification of time *tarin: i have never figured out how to express how i love you to you. but you know. touching my quietly to stop my fidgeting. *i am so conscious of your presense your actions, the words you say and dont say. your pasues, sympatico. it only matters to me *upset our balanc (you)-(not included in our) 050403 ... unhinged at an ivet show at the nyabinghi sitting in the back on an old barber chair i wrote a somewhat scathing poem on a napkin ended up in the front bar sitting at the end of the bar near the pool table and the hallway to the back, the stage he stole it from me threatening to take it and keep it i wouldn't let him because i thought it was a good one and wanted to copy it down into my journal he made fun of me for making multiple copies of my writing but eventually gave it back in retrospect the fact that one of my lyrical heroes wanted to keep a poem i wrote on a bar napkin is pretty damn flattering i should have let him keep it photographic_memory 090630 what's it to you? who go blather from