brackish black and a yellow yellowed checkered floor, bricken walls ha;lf clamoured with dandruff blue drywall and some subpop art from eventually everybodys inner monsters. new wave coffee'd and waiting for jerry. a slip of time, zonal. today, from montrealish, i switched my flights, once or twice or three times from toronto to denver to san francisco with a drive by in chicago. cleaned and with stevie infante this morning. sitting pre-boarded, i found a new desire. h o m e a g e. i need a piece of my extended family. fauser, jerry, gina, hutch, dave herr. this weekend, too much is happening here for me to just pass it by. so long connecting flight and i apologize to cassandra. desired dreams, dreamer.
summers gone read the couples scarves, jackets, boots and winters iconically grey weather. everyone bundled, beanied and bearing books. modest mouse. slow tempo'd and up beat, driven.
the laptops is a miserable daily devourer of time. unplug the drain, blast the hull. slipping fast past. under fingers and behinds screens, tired and taught arms . the clanking of coffee cups. like time, and connected as ever, the suns turning out and setting behind those greyish puffs above. willfully im sure as windy city anne is cold tonight. she comes bringing her... bringing her penetrating deep nerve, a quick walk. i know i fear whats public. cass is on my mind, hungry.
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