Tuesday May 06, 2003

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i love stairways that go nowhere and doorways that open out to nothing but a 50 foot drop and roads still being built and empty...and rivers flooding just a little bit. turgid. that's the word. i'm making the little river park by my room my office this summer. i'll be in my pink lawn chair presently.
and and also fecundity. springtime. suburban lawns gone wild. growing over everything. just roots spreading and green leafy things growing sky high and untouched.
this town stinks tho. all the kids do at least. body odor i mean. but it's the good b.o. smell of being excited and running around alot in the humidity of the south, so it's okay.
oh and it's happening alot more that i can't remeber if things yesterday were a dream or really happened. and i love that feeling. .
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eris23:
the lack of hot water was more to keep you on your secret sobriety mission. though i have it on excellent authority that hot water is the best way to soothe poison ivy.

i am often not sure if what happend an hour ago really did, whther it was actually last month, last year, or last dream. taking a nap adds a whole "new day" feel.
blixasinister:
I love those too, the neighborhood block that no longer exists but you can still walk up the stairs that once led to their front doors. abandoned bridges are also fun to cross, test out their sturdiness and look down through massive cracks in some of them.

The one good thing about the humid south is when everyone else stinks, it's okay, cause you stink too. It's true. Any other place and I might be weary of having to peel my clothes off everyday. Summer stink, it's great.

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