The 4th of July a celebration message and countdowns in fireworks a message to get ready…..
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It was like playing the game Operation.
Ever so careful not to clank.
very slow and gentle, he pulled that morning beer out from the rack in the fridge
DO NOT…I repeat…. DO NOT
clank them together for she will know,
pounce out of bed and scold me for this one time again.
They are superior to us, like we humans are to animals
They have a hunting lottery
When the population count gets out of control,
They offer a lottery to abduct people,
They stuff us,
They mount us in their homes.
They even use our skin for fancy clothes.
I always wanted to be a writer or so I thought. Well, not always. Maybe right now I want to be a writer.
It’s funny to read some of my favorite authors schlepping around typewriters in the 60’s just to carry a story
I chuckle at the thought while I bang away on this wireless keyboard made by a company called Apple.
Where and when will you be when will you hear this NOW? Maybe tomorrow in your car, perhaps on the Red Line in years.
Right “Now”, you are reading this in the future of when I wrote it, which is in a sense……. telepathy
If you think about it, I have never spoken a word to you nor have we meet, but somehow you know what I am saying
We are speaking to each other at this exact moment in my time, but also in your time, which is “Now” for both you and I.
Let’s try this….
since you are hearing this in the vast future or should I say your “Now”, you must be able to teleport yourself by “Now”?
Has Technology won over your dimension yet?…..What was that?
OH, OK, good.
What I ask of you is this,
teleport yourself to the left of my desk………. In front of the closet doors and I don’t know, give me the piece symbol with your fingers.
OK, ready? On three…
1, 2. 3.
You are not here, Am I?
REK 5:16AM 2/5/16
I motioned the two-finger sign to my new favorite bartender and she sent me down the poison and I drained it. I motioned another and another and I offered up a toast to honor my solitude on this lonely bar stool. “this is for always trying to get there and when you finally arrive, you don’t know what the fuck to do”.
No one cared.
One shoot, two shoots, three, four, five, a beer, six, a joint in the back with a cook on break. Seven, eight,
These people are vampires, so fake and uninteresting; they all try to be each other and never know who they are. Over analyzing every little detail. Making it all up as they go and they love it. they even, beg for more.
Wallet, phone, watch…check.
I did my best to hold it back last night. But what the fuck happened?
The shutter speed is amazingly slow but I believe I just made out a bon fire.
- Extremely large
- Not the 2’ diameter like the fire chief requires
- This bitch was built to burn
Did I burn myself?
No, I don’t think so.
The shutter speed is slowly improving.
- Bright store
- Full bearded dude holds the door for me
What did I get at the store? What store was this?
- Back of a cab with torn seats held together with duct tape.
- Took a right and then a left…I think
- A voice shouted as I creeped past a door. “Yeah, suck it in man, suck it deep…. eyes wide…hold your breathe. Compose yourself god damn it. You know the stink oozes off you. “
I reach over to rewind the tape. Then hit play “Yeah, suck it in man, suck it deep…. eyes wide… hold your breathe. Compose yourself god damn it. You know the stink oozes from you. “
The rest of the tape was inaudible, the microphone may have been jammed into my pocket or just covered in the stink.
She wouldn’t let me in the bar even though I showed her my tattoo
walk back to the redline
stop to take a picture of my work building up and close just for prosperity
get on train,
stick figure was is grinding to life in my ear buds,
I tell everyone that they are all slaves to their devices
everyone was on a device but I wasn’t…I had it in my ears 🙂
get off a Davis square because someone is surely on to me
walk around Davis square just a bit to sober up
a bit turned into missing the last train
walked in a four block circles for hours
tried to use google maps but wasn’t happening
found a backyard patio in a fenced in area to rest
tilted my Sox cap over my face an watch the patterns dance behind my eyelids
woke up around 4am and walked to alewife
got in my car drove home
woke up at 8 and went back to work