the ending of Minnie and Moskowitz

it was really a pivotal movie for me Minnie and Moskowitz I buried my eternal core of gladdness to know film in the ethic of the dialogue...it was much more of a strugle this time imagine someone coming in and slapping you...that'd be why you'd write the play/like the play
have to get out of here and go to art now...want to write this all out in the company of my keepers..it'd be fun, of course I'll run out of battery so maybe the cable too
I could write the minutes and send them instantly to John we have a WEYCC meeting after
still going at it with the drone...moan...whisper etc one hardly knows where one imitates and observes
crazy voice katie in the backdrop just being normal
which is hard for her probably a survival too knowing when she's not normal glad she's close
wondering about how to do the ethic thing to get the building restored/livable/comfortable
and this M&M thing well that's just one of the best things ever done in Hollywood because I think so
the dynamic is all there the Frankenstein cum Dana is hardly rhetoric or confusion
it's the way it was an instant segue - there were a few parts of that where Seymour picks up a what do you call her and they spend the night and he basically tune's her block but that's it
he gets back with Minnie and they have a pile of kids and they love each other
we don't have to know how they got those babies
they only have to think about love and loving each other
they can talk about it do it
that's how I do it
perfunctory would be the only word I'd use it's dreadfully depressing considered in a certain light it's almost abnormal all the way up the CIA ladder to control of the universe and all the minions in it
how we arrive in tulle and testica
quite difficult

but that movie oiled the watters and itwas great..had visions of my cancer friend whilwe seeing it that was good too healed me a little rather like to see the other way around glow harmless be nice

I'm afraid I can't be nice after all the struggle I want to walk outside and see the car gone because Idon't handle those relative interlays very well...the couple from Hinkles was by to inquire they have backing from the source which had grown too comfortable in the square it's how works
all kinds of sore mouth issues when seymour is rushing at her again and again it's because you know they have something that instigates that you 'appeal' it was that of course but now we've written it out it's gone by the boards I hope that doesn't matter yet I'm to make a presentation to a java de hutt kind of person who doles out bread to those who don't have any and we're obliged to discourse on what it is we like I'm afraid I'm a little out of practice with it and that's where there's some display of you know...ashes and loops
I even think that thought and I'm not so relativistic it's interesting
shoujld be stayinghome dealing with the carpets bt I"m not..
thought about locking the house he drnk the oh and was a simpson wehave plenty of them just brush itall aside like when Mick came in oh that was one of those momens and then it's been sher glamour ever since how exhausting

it's like that and don't you forget it what to wear mysweaters were all stolen sometime ago when I was researching the holocaust they had to go beause she was using them as a pass interlay oh it was quite  and I see how it is and where the qeaknesses are how frustrating not to speak 'universally'
well I guess I do and there's the pity
it's ready to be brought back of course, the sweaters
the LOVE
that Dana thing that transition that was very sweet there was a lot of sex then too and it was interrupting my train of thought I didn't enjoy either part but I saw M&M late..maybe 78 alone on 17th Street and I was transformed Rosetti had been by the
actor having a treat for his part are we doing this again? oh yeah, but we don't want to end up perverts and in reckoning we did quite a few in a short time but none was like the first time
now that was a keg of nails

so...he drinks the oj and becomes a simpson??
I hope maybe that's the working title of the 'sequel' to Minnie and Moskowitz..
(art group ahoy) w/potluck heh

running together where's art in all of this

so I didn't really want to create auspicious circumstances but it's kind of important that we get the murphy factor underway/in control that sort of thing otherwise it's too selfdenigrating how ever odd it seems it gets done I splurged on food that's something lots of fresh fruit lettuce am working the vitamin A situation it's time to get that organized as well..
more coffee
to get up and see to the sunday morning obligations as though
it were nothing more than the average day without the Sunday paper

it's going to be pleasant again I'm to give a presentation of Ned Muswanger cartoons he's my New Yorker character that's not dignified enough for the New Yorker
he's a car mechanic tire inflator not gifted genius nice guy with child by wife a bookkeeper dedicated and slightly rimjobbed by having been in prison has a friend that is black and that's an odd thing a breakthrough where he comes from where they voted for Trump
because they understood he would
'get the job done'
being as there'd been a
black man in the office they were going to see how it would
taste to sample the wares
in a more productive fashion

let's get rid of this alligator skin was their take
as if the atmosphere could take THEM
(myself I think)

curious about this political warp we're in guy is blabbing all the wrong stuff has no cred no where but Blake'll show up wearing his tee shirt looking like a well used femme and think it's ok
like yea I am really bland
and I want a hundred twenty thousand for my digs in your little city
anybody afford that? thought not
guess how he made his money
he is kind of creepy I'd say
he weren't no mechanic


hen d.red:twenty versions ffcvlxpvma
what I'd say to that

 so now the little dogs are alert and ready for a walkies and there it is just be pensive so what john lennon is a macro and your job is to define thus
eradicate interference tot hat end how best to warp the diamond lair

ouch my capped tooth came loose

and that's not all...woke up this morning with my tongue exploring my perennial molar discomfort: is there any stored meat in there?? and it feels like it does when it comes off the post: wobbly and sore ah a slight wiggle and it's off...so..what to do?
am reading about North Korea and all through the nineties when we were living the high life in this country, that country was starving to death or shall we just say it: we know what was happening and we were powerless to help although in this case the revoluntionary brotherhood did get the story out, if a bit late:
threatening to run over my carpenter helper this morning because he was late: well, he's a guy, he can take a tough joke like nobody's business and he does do some good work if half the time using rotten lumber: his choice obviously and paying for a broken tooth: ask JoAnn Willard for some help I hope I can seems rotten of me to ask but I see a  yellow and black truck go by labeled "Jordan Excavations" and I'm thinking that driving down into the shake pit to roust 'the boys'..I blow on the horn and pound on the door and no one is there:
and how about 'temperament'
spent the day at Sol Duc getting basted that was fun will get a season pass I think and this JoAnn Willard thing..well...Commissioners on Monday at 6 should bake some cookies

diana'scancer comes out of joanna's mouth big time

since no one reads this, here it is in black and white what I did with my summer this summer I put the back deck back in order only to have the new weedwacker fail first time out and then the roof of the deck came out wrong it's not what I want but it'll do for the moment heavy traffic to the roof will be held but by summer's end I want it done right and sloped properly, covered in rolled roofing with even some rails about it to hold in the garnet passage of my true love..I dare not say his name this fetish stored with all the other covenants of childhood and it's learned ways.
enough then I should share that slight ripple of my heart and defend that which is my own honor
and good name...having accepted much nice jewelry and good fortune...to be challenged as I have been is only to mitigate a certain dread of that which is
my own not so good health thanks to smoking...I do it little consider it therapy and what is the payoff sluicing out as mucky muck..
attempting to secure the catalyst of the very brain cell to accomplish the erudition
well anyway..let's keep a secure lid on the viable quotient, one never knows what genius is supplied
eh Cane?? let's call it Keynes...like maynard...like firewood, like piles in the back rooms that need dust cloths...well they are
lightening rod anyways that's what it is...equitable elibriation for the moment uf sustaining the goal
which is? here we are lighthearted and free, quite gay the moment and yet we know the foundation on which stand we the best and brightest and without goal other than to complete that which is before us strong vibes ther with Pete I choose to ignore as the energy of the process...it's quite good
there's laurel with the neigh c'est...as in do interpret this I find the action brutal
so do we here we come from there and it is no longer viable with you how?
it's a cell relay V2fSx221 through that on a search line wherever see what you get is how I designed that one...five or twenty every day for years in response to your exposure rates..there's the lie-in
eh  mmhmmm he does agree and what's that anger about...post notes in return for ardeur
don't trust internet to give you anything that line is stoplighted from get go one we're way out there programming the universal traffic of the you can't call it atmosphere  space I guess is what you call it
out in space
that's where you go with that...always fun to explore it little tunnel rat hole in Mt Pleasant quite the interpretal place for know it...when it's dead air like that it's so exciting it's death and travel in one gulp death is where space is because it abides in a like condition...so that's phase one math as a terminable element...I think we go forward with the upper roof project and do it right could put on packs of rolls before the strip sheets which they say are no good but they're find what's wrong is jimny bob rolling on them it's a freshet of pure despair like no other and it crackles against the atmosphere just above it it works beautifully to my purpose as will the new stack it glimmers in the darkness a pure silver there you have it I fighred it out
I won't be as I was

I just can't abide these dear friends going cookoo on me it's bothersome and it doesn't suit the plan however it is what it is...signs of mania..I know I have them myself fleetingly and I recognize anxiety over the roof plan and so forth could be breeding ground for such things...probably no need to water though the little sweet peas are growing find there's a collection of seeds to be planted, it's working somewhat the demonstration table has some interest we've played it as a chord in a should bemodule
some kind of German interpretation here tthere's a great flaying yellow warp above my fingers of my left hand and a slight triangle of same on the little pinkies of the right hand'
ok so that judgment is diffused into a gratefulness to actually be..so where's a good friend actually coming out from under the roof determined to know knowledge and there's the suffering aspect we entwine with our good graces..it's a likely flutter there's an alignment in the superficial core

determinably abstract in content absorb knowledge like a cored apple to be consumed with relish on a movie set and given up in exchange for Yoohoo

how about that
there's always this little cluster of geminably jubious d'affair

it was never an action it was a little experiment in tender..like no other it was quite grand and happy and there was this blight afterward where they just came in and took everything and a guy named Jonathan takes the powder nightly as an acting sequence named whadayacallthatguy??

knowing how to navigate is everything

have been traveling since about 1 pm this afternoon, leaving Duluth, MN after brunch with the Benedictine Sisters of St. Scholastica convent where I've been staying since about 3 pm Friday.  My purpose in this trip was to be present at my Aunt Sr. Mary Higgins' funeral.  I missed that because Enterprise Rental cars failed to inform me that I would have to pay a $150 deposit on a rental car I had reserved for $67 for three days, leaving St. Paul MN at about 9 am arriving in time for the funeral mass, thinking that I'd even have time for a quick shower before the services began. 
When I got to the Enterprise Offices near the train station in downtown St. Paul I was met by the polite young man named Josh who made the reservation with my daughter earlier.  At no time was I or Angel told that there was a $150 deposit requirement.  I was unable to use my CapitalOne creditcard because there wasn't enough credit available on that card.  Enterprise store manager Nikki said they could not take a debit card at that store.  Nikki said I would have to go to the airport to rent a car because airport car rental agencies did honor debit cards. 
I didn't know how to get on the light rail that runs right there at the train station and I had walked nearly a mile to the Enterprise Store with heavy luggage.  Store Manager Nikki offered to give me the number of a cab service and that cab service charged me Fifty Dollars for a ride to the airport.  At no time did store manager Nikki provide me with any information about any light rail services.  When I got to the airport I was able to rent a vehicle to drive to Duluth but I did not make it in time for the funeral services.  I could have gotten there in plenty of time because my train was early and I wouldn't have had to lug suitcases all over the place because the light rail comes directly to the Union Depot in St. Paul.  I plan to write to Enterprise and to Amtrak and to complain about their lack of consideration in dealing with new customers.  This was the first time I had used Amtrak to travel as I had found it convenient for getting to Duluth in time for the funeral of my aunt.  I think I'll go do that now...register a complaint about my treatment at the hands of Amtrak and Enterprise Car Rentals..specifically that dude Wick Moorman who is the CEO of Amtrak...how dare he allow a new customer to be bilked the way I was??

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