A day in the Journal: Wednesday, March 01, 2006
9:30 AM or so:



This is far from being generous. I found some flowers on the driver seat of my car this morning, it's a rather beautiful gesture of eloquence. So I decided to sit here awhile and write about it, considering my car doesn't feel like starting. A beautiful woman just rode by on her bike - singing something beautifully in what sounded like an Easter European tongue. The sounds made by her quick passing vocal presence and the car wash behind me, meshed into a unique symphony of semi-second-delicates. Weird, now I have this vivid image of a robotic like intimacy of cars in my teeth, let our nipples become in touch with the rough winterly winds of sadness. If you cook a stick of deodorant in the oven, it makes for a great fiber enhanced popcorn topping - accompanied by butter of course. I have symptoms like this, or like these, spinning around in my skull, more often then they should be of course, making no sense at all - but at the same time, completely. But any ways, I'm still waiting for this damned tow-truck to get here, what a piece of shit my car is. And all of the other functioning cars line up at the stop lights, humming, differentiating peoples, yet, so similar, in artistry - with the freedom to move about - yet immune, to the blockades of nature. Hmmm, this is funny, the same person who left flowers on my car seat also left my seat cushions on the sidewalk under a nearby tree, a sidewalk that must be at least 15 feet wide.... to obviously give plenty of room to the non-existent foot traffic that appears to be moving across it invisibly. I am now sitting on the curb, watching the sun bend around our passing footprints, as skeletons of trees lean against the smell of previously rained on concrete. I could really use a match right now, for my cigarette, for it is getting, quite lonely. I try to obey as I watch others invert, I invert as I watch others try to obey, and I always ask myself, what am I waiting around for. Hmmmmm .. today is going to be a strange day, what am I waiting around for?

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