Thursday, August 05, 2004

yungwuns.  

sometimes, it feels good to live in the South. rarely, do i feel this way, but regardless.
the catfish. shitty cars with nice rims and jadakiss hanging out the windows. heat-filled afternoons. trees frozen with timelessness. mexican dudes making me feel at home. three, teen-aged chubby black kids walking past me yellin' about "what ya'll ni'as know about street life?"

and small philosophies on the lips of old-timers.

and used bookstores.

im working on overthrowing sleep. as sweet as it is, i am attempting to read twelve hours a day, with small interims for all dat otha stuff: PBS specials, cold coffee-making, talk about baseball and italian movies.

1000 divided by 10 / pages to go and i will finally finish crime and punishment (something i should have done years ago).

fzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt.


then, after the red light crystals have dissipated into the mouth of neptune and the universe(s) have enmeshed themselves into spheres from a building in barcelona will i be onto mark twain and a book on nonequilibrium physics--just to explore my general knowledge. (i think Pharrell is in it...)


build with the god, son.

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