acceptable criticism and then some

the other night I was in the breakwater with my neighbor Diana and guess what, Donnie Politte was in there with Karen Sargent and their little grandkid Cyrus and some dorky dude I know not who and wasn't that an awkward situation ol Donnie all blushy red like I know you can't get to me here babe and guess what, she DOES have the new car and you don't (mine's overheating and it's either a radiator or a head gasket, since we put on a thermometer and it didn't phase the situation...I am just standing/sitting there enjoying myself and once in a while I hear his voice and once in a while I remember him saying "i know about you and Dobie'...dobie and donnie...two what they call partners? only they the partners evidently...partners in figuring out how to keep me broke and at home so they can clusterfuck the universe using my intellect...well, that's one school of thought and I get a headache trying not to think that way but it slides up on me...I really wanted to be at that inauguration but what I got was Donnie at the breakwater with Karen S whilst I sat eating a hamburger and drinking water watching Cyrus flit about, stretching out into a long weed of hisself that little kid looks rather dispassionate like his father Cody who was about the cutest baby there ever was...one wonders 'what happened to hymn'....
and the real folks have moved on to being in our autoexecutor state and that's that...I'm sure my kids figure that works...let's hope so...meanwhile, ILRC..k?

was all set to go someplace special

daughter called 'you cant go home again' some author's tale that I have to live
apparently
looking up the planning session while a Red VW superbeatle is out front 207YXF
just wifi ing away
and the phone's ringing don't book it he says
don't we'll be arrested it's like Crystal Corliss down in DC now
like Crystal...
shattered is the Rolling Stones song
and Mick was talking about the Baltic and flights on Icelandic Airlines for
$236 round trip or was it $275
yeah maybe it was $275 so I started there looking from Seattle to DC
and then after the call about Crystal I looked up craigslist rides to see if anyone was
driving that far and no they weren't
and you can't afford it anyway after all this time you've burned up every bridge hoping
that you could go back to the Childe Harold and the bent dicks and all of it and relive
what was probably an illusion in the first place
so it's time to do come deep cleaning, empty some dishwashers, vacuum some carpets
take some deep sighs and finish viewing the American's and probably think about the kosher aspect and references made on FB about this that and the other
while I dream of a better truck and wonder about Bradley and Kate
who's Kate now that she's a grandmother having a child again
I dunno we'll see
like I care or ever did there's a gypsy in the woodwork
that didn't want to crawl out and join the Party
he forgot to start up his spaceship they say