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They say our civil liberties Ramon
480 tubes of the shit
Extremo came by the morning and spent a good chunk of a Saturday afternoon impromptu picnic get-together airbrush painting an incredible man aflame on Max's passenger side fin. Wow. Seven glued some rich kids set of mega-Legos on his car whilst Baby terrorized a blue rubber racquetball on the lawn. I wander aimless, starting one project and drifting into another with predictable absurdity. My big claim for the day is having gotten my nephew Jacob's first set of bottle nipples glued onto Duke's ceiling after months of coveting and carrying them around in anticipation of the perfect arrangement of them. I like how they went on. I'm suddenly lethargic as hell. YEAH! POP ANOTHER QUAALUDE YOU MORON! Ok. Forgive me father for I gave up toilet-cleaner-derivative drugs like crystal meth for doctor prescribed valium. Good night nurse. Sunday, August 23Another day that sits like an uneaten banquet salad. I wilt here. I wilt and I injure myself stupidly. I bought a Number 5 golf club to smack shag balls across the playa. I'll need something to do out there in the Black Rock desert. Some young people came up to me today and asked if we were taking the cars out to Black Rock City. The question struck me funny, like BM had entered the realm of the trendy see-you-at kinda place. I asked the guy if he had been before, quite confident of his answer beforehand. Once, he said. Last year. Of course. I have been to BM only twice myself, but the first time, in 1995, was far back enough both in time and in terms of the events morphology, that I feel like one of the old guard. I'm not. I know. But it feels that way. I mean, I'm in the book and Duke made the newsletter this year. So, I'm not way off base. I'm just a crank. And hearing that "See you at Black Rock City" shit just irked me. Today Ned and his mother went to some family gig across town, leaving the house and yard to Seven and I. I tried to write about the Portland gig, the Hawthorne Street Parade and the Art Car Ball and all the work Extremo and his wife Audrey went to. I got nothing written. It's the last piece of a very large puzzle to date, and I'm just burned out. I tried to decorate Duke, got little done. I took a walk and ducked in at an adult bookstore just down the street. |
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