| as though i am samson. shit, i smoke samson. | ||||
| 8:49 a.m. 2003-03-27 | ||||
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oh. the places you'll go. must reconstruct. here goes: mon 9p: awoke. saw the kitty kat. drank the coffees and smoked the cigarettes with the kitty kat. it became easily tues. tues 6a: had the coffee and visiting with the johnny johnny johnny johnny whoops johnny whoops johnny johnny johnny johnny. tues 10a: perused rainbow bookstore cooperative for 2 hrs then to therapy appt. talked about war. both times. tues 2:30p: walked w/ aforementioned johnny to mifflin st co-op. have recruited him to the side of the ones who are beautiful and right and caring. he purchased membership. also dr bronner's peppermint (i told him it was dirty). also purchased one tofutti cutie for himself and one for myself. tues 4:30p: pretty baby jeff came over, we to michaelangelo's for split cheese/spinach sandwich (heated) and coffees. outside is nice in the sunsunsummertime, even if it's not summertime. then to june3rd vintage store where the tierra high princess was working. obtained "fashion brooch" for the individual in the pink shirt (note: he is HOTT). tues 6:30p: returned to the 209 no.4 where i was to await call from kj, aka MASTAH KILLAH, aka mk. call did not come. sleep, however, did come. tues 8p: was to call john for the going to the paradise as arranged earlier. slept through calling the john. john attempted phoning from his end, but alas had the number wrong. i continued with the sleeping. wed 4a: awoke. read half of incredible book. felt wonderful. felt fabulous. felt hopefull. felt brilliant. had ideas, myriad and brilliant. wed 6a: took shower. wed 7a: cut off ten inches of my hair. wed 7:30a: agony. agony. agony. wed 8a: fell asleep. thu 4:30a: awoke. took quite a while to figure out what day it was. thu 5:30a: breakfasted with the captain. he paid. many thanks. NOW. now now now. lines uttered a few days ago by a friend ring in my ears ... "don't cut your hair, your strength is in your hair" ... makes me feel my beauty is my only strength so my beauty was in my hair so my beauty has gone. ten inches in pile. it is so beautiful. i can't put it back. how much of me is my hair? none, right, none? beauty is cut off. beauty is gone. have resolved to find beauty elsewhere. hope i can find it. i must to work to today. i must! goodbye. call me. |
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