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Sang with the swamis today, the Indian word for "ecstacy" is a jumble of infant syllables. Autumn sun, all the girls in boots, I was laying on the sidewalk looking into Saul's blue eye under popsicle-color leaves. I called Thurston's name but he would not come out, that cat is furious at me because I travel too much to have him. I had detention at the Bins today, found an Elizabeth Taylor Cleopatra small old doll, a patchwork quilt, a threadbare T-shirt, two teapots. The Bins on a weekday is such a nice delight, all of the people making money off of selling junk cheerfully sorting elbow-to-elbow. Brux was there as always. He found a Led Zeppelin T-shirt. Two Russian ladies with a blonde girl found some nice sheepskin jackets. All of the shoes were undesirable. Pat found 150 DVD cases. I found some ridiculous records that I will help my friends accumulate.
I am going to Oakland in tomorrow, to give the people there presents.
Last night Meghan woke me up and said, "We have to kill the Nazis!" She was dreaming that she was working at a day care center as Asian Nazis ambushed it.
Tonight is the full moon and I want to be drinking the blood of tulips and playing pizzicato on the silk cords of the boat sails.
I want to act just sanatic to people who walk away from me mid-conversation in order to answer a cellphone.
Pope or pilgrim? I woudl sleep in a hammock of wood chimes, I would not be distracted by pastels if I slept in a field of blossoms, I think I could actualize the new jewels. I will plant all of my herbs in a star-shaped garden, I would ask a stranger to plant a few.
I hate all forms of masculinity. When I am dreaming, I think of a feminine world and men would not be slaves there. This world would be a great relief to all men. I remember sitting a summertime demolition derby in Michigan when I was little, with a very sad expression, it seemed very cruel and dangerous. Car races, air shows, speed boating, very many engines. The men who ruled had very limited emotions, zero imagination, they think war and work builds character. Patriarchy has climaxed in rape-style captialism. One big anal expulsion.
Summer strawberries, the warmth of bodies. Wedded to the road, I have annulled home, on Interstate 5 South in four hours...