cheap_wine_theseus stork daddy i'm sitting in my car on the corner, i have some radio news on the chinese economy on low, and he's there again today. lusty old dishevelled man, crying in front of a gas station through missing teeth. behind him some fill up their cars, a worn out woman who isn't informed enough to call herself a sex worker gets in a construction worker's truck. the worker is mild looking, fat, like wilfred brimley, but grinning. and the sing song crying homeless man only half performing is narrating a tale into the air - the same one he did yesterday as a dystopian disney robot. hahaha, he laughs, loving laughter, how it somehow isn't rationed, then says - she left me. i had a motel room, sure, i day labored and, fine, but it was all a misunderstanding. another man recognizes him and shouts, aww man quit whining. when you're sad, people tell you to cheer up or ignore you, and think well of themselves for their people skills. he ignores the passing neighborhood shrink back and continues - how could i even cheat? like it's a game and. she was, i mean, she was the sidewalk, that gas pump. in between disjointed phrases, he sips a viscous wine. love may be the best thing going on, but it's no fairer than the rest of life. her hair man. and when she grabbed my dick - see she usually had these cold bony hands, but then they were buttery. hahaha. she said we were destined. we should all go back to delphi and ask for a refund i think. the final event is changed the moment you hear about it, and at every intervening anticipation, it changes again. i mean she was crazy. this time he sputters crazy, that was different than yesterday. maybe tomorrow he'll sputter it more. but. well. she put her bra on the chair, and i liked to look at it, when she slept. once she forgot it. it was nice there. like the motel was a house and shit. and i found one just like it and bought it, didn't tell my friends of course. and i left it on my chair, haha, for me. the passerby is leaving the gas station mart now and laughing - ah come on, you couldn't get any other woman , i saw you two yesterday. fuck you, it's my story, it's all different now. and the man has reached its usual drunken zenith. i think, following delphi, about aegeus diving into the thick cold waters below, as theseus carelessly forgot to put up the sails of life, and left up the sails of death. and i think about love, notable not for being fairer than life, but for enlarging each misadventure and misunderstanding. for making the sundry details worth repeating and repeating to ourselves. and he's laughing again, at the dumb crowd around him, who are suits on their way to work, or his peers who can get their fix easier, but who are minor characters, who have no idea what that night was like when she yelled, and he felt those buttery hands slip away to thin again, never to fully return. having seen this yesterday, i know it'll be the same - she'll come by in an hour and heave him home. for the rest of the hour, he'll sit insisting things can never be the same since he's seen how it all ends. 070531 ... unhinged coffeeshop_sage jim_carroll 070531 ... jane why_blues_is_more_emo_than_emo {wish i could publish your books, j.} 070617 ... . . 070621 ... also c heap win e these us 070624 ... s being_bad_percent???? 070625 what's it to you? who go blather from