counting down the minutes til 12;43
that would make 48 hours since i  left a voicemail with my cousin
48 hours is enough time i reckon
48 hours to decide what to do with the great big steaming load of harry that i left in his voicemail
i GET people have jobs
i GET that my hijinx aren't appreciated
i GET that my joie de vivre' scares people

im a freight train, im on a roll,
set one less place for thanksgiving at 12:43 Pacific time
the silence is deafening
in it i hear judgement
in it i hear fear and misunderstanding
but most of all, 48 hours seems slightly disrespectful to me
48 hours seems rude
i dont come out west that often
and this may be my last trip

it was already weird and it can only get weirder and thats not appealing to me
especially when the words are flowing, when my energies are accessible

i need to get some words in and an eight or nine hour busride for 100 bucks doesnt seem like any kind of thing i want to do
this is my walkabout
my journey
if they dont GET me thats fine
if they are too busy, thats fine
if they are dis-comfitted, allow me to re-comfit them
im staying at a cheap motel my the airport
im gonna churn out some words
im sorry to have troubled you in any way
nice talking to you this time out
ill see you next time

 

fucking shit up in dirty ass LA
everyone drives like an asshole out here
the cop building in downtown LA looks like a spaceship and the cops act like an occupying force...coincidence?  maybe its been there for so long that they are just used to it and the cops are really asshole tourist space men who like to fuck with our fear and feed off of them... hmmmmm
drank a few at a place where Bukowski drank and they have a picture of jack nicholson in a tee shirt in lakers colors
we forget
the other bar where i paid 6 for a beer had celebrity head shots
deniro got it and has a great smile in his
dirty fucking bar, retarded bartenders, and it seems that they hire anyone out here
brain not neccessary
all laid back and ignorrant and probably wanting me to just chill out
what happens to them when their smart phones die?
its coming its coming
 a nation of peoplle helpless without their technology
opposite end of the spectrum
teh coffee shop girl who assaults you with a too loud good morning when you walk in the door
keeps you from staying long
almost as bad as the grindcore......