been really burning the candle around the middle, both ends
no time for bloggin
female SFPD officer at Ritual Coffee reads the front section of the Chronicle in the late afternoon, seems peaceful
selected a pimento from the pail
bought a leaf from a tree
manouvered them so it seemed like the pimento and the leaf were ‘doing it’
bought a porno mag, poured espresso all over it, threw it into the hearth
filled a bong with tea-tree oil and rose water, brought it with me on the ferry
wondered for a minute what renata adler looks like
joan didion in a speedboat
Wrote down a number on gold leaf
Composed an elegy in my head for a still-living friend. walking north on Valencia
be bop pa doo [snaps fingers, just kidding]
Filled the rice-cooker of my mind with quinoa and vegetable stock, pressed down the Cook Lever
Make sex joke to baby
Froze a cup of yogurt, took it out of the freezer, filmed it for an hour
Held up a microphone, pretended to interview the yogurt
“What’s the fuckin deal”
“Who’s to blame”
“Say that last part again”
Clicked on a bunch of women’s faces
Took a shower in the moonlight, ferrying Chinese food to my home
I can’t work anymore b/c i have to leave for the screening in a minute so I figured to get going on another “task” would be just
so
much frozen
yogurt
yaks imbibe—
the dubious carrel
of the mind