darth_pony_in_sic_transit_g_l_o_r_i_a ever dumbening knuckles. knuckles and gardens of artichoke hearts bypass the city. weld your fist to your jaw--saves time drawn from the illusory well, charcoal filtered. so you make one good salmon-salad sandwich and you're God all of a sudden, with wasabi mayo and roma tomato concasse? i'm just gonna stay right here walking in circles--there's a book, says it's like aspirin; call me when i'm finished. 030113 ... paste! tomorrow i vanish to the old pueblo, with cape and truck and stuffs. i do hope things work out better once i reappear there. plan: crash on couches/find place, get lame good-pay job or fun low-pay job for ~4 months, save surplus of 2k to pay off some personal debts and the rest for europe! come may or june, go to europe for a month or two. after, return to la universidad for fall and finally try to get my goddamn degree _ferchrissakes. it SHOULD happen that way, but knowing me i'll change my mind about something. in the meantime, meet many people, listen and love, see lots of bands, breathe, figure out if i've wasted my life or not, make a decision on that poetry biz, paint, remain optimistic and open. Dr. Non-Judgmental Skeptic Yak says to check back here in the summer. 030117 ... paste! fan club president i'm sorry, what was your name again? 030117 ... god be careful and have fun. 030118 what's it to you? who go blather from