"Southeast". After a night at Pam's in MA somewhere in the corner, the southwest corner of MA. I'm here at the train station waiting to catch a ride and head back into town, the city. Nobody has seen me, under complete camouflage, a desire to wait with an exciting reason to not wait as long, the man gave me two and said you'll have to wait an hour. While the other customers mosey around with no indication of ceasing to mosey. Sentence patterns. Mountain shop, type "A" personality, in the burning like I've found a "newer" and better town, the outskirts extend approximately 120 miles north, at least, or at least as far as I know beyond the eye can see. Red hot skillet. It's not like a cat. White hot. It's not like a hole. Everything you see is the moon shine. Stop to think and touch the pen to your lips. Outside dimensions. A simple work ethic means picking up the wheel barrow and moving it back to the garden.
Monday, November 20, 2006
from the notebook not too distantly the sixth month called june the thirtyith day of this year
"Southeast". After a night at Pam's in MA somewhere in the corner, the southwest corner of MA. I'm here at the train station waiting to catch a ride and head back into town, the city. Nobody has seen me, under complete camouflage, a desire to wait with an exciting reason to not wait as long, the man gave me two and said you'll have to wait an hour. While the other customers mosey around with no indication of ceasing to mosey. Sentence patterns. Mountain shop, type "A" personality, in the burning like I've found a "newer" and better town, the outskirts extend approximately 120 miles north, at least, or at least as far as I know beyond the eye can see. Red hot skillet. It's not like a cat. White hot. It's not like a hole. Everything you see is the moon shine. Stop to think and touch the pen to your lips. Outside dimensions. A simple work ethic means picking up the wheel barrow and moving it back to the garden.
"Southeast". After a night at Pam's in MA somewhere in the corner, the southwest corner of MA. I'm here at the train station waiting to catch a ride and head back into town, the city. Nobody has seen me, under complete camouflage, a desire to wait with an exciting reason to not wait as long, the man gave me two and said you'll have to wait an hour. While the other customers mosey around with no indication of ceasing to mosey. Sentence patterns. Mountain shop, type "A" personality, in the burning like I've found a "newer" and better town, the outskirts extend approximately 120 miles north, at least, or at least as far as I know beyond the eye can see. Red hot skillet. It's not like a cat. White hot. It's not like a hole. Everything you see is the moon shine. Stop to think and touch the pen to your lips. Outside dimensions. A simple work ethic means picking up the wheel barrow and moving it back to the garden.
