pale and drunk in commerce (thank god for spencer moody)

next day woke up still falling asleep wanted to be up and about awake to hear the sounds of day drove my tattered wagon of a face over to pogo's squandered a few hours laying back reading old things i've written all stacked lining his washing machine cabinet (places like this work better when lacking the thing they were created for). i fell asleep remembering coastergirl sprawled across me her hips at my lips her body pale and naked felt like i was tripping it was all so real everything smelled the same felt the same pogo woke me woke me up offered a drive to commerce. in my car of course, pogo can't drive doesn't know how. got a few got a few drinks a headed east to the netherworlds of josh's landscape universe imagined our way to his house we've never been there before save passing it once when out there to see netek se found the place found it right where we imagined it after a few tries pogo doorpounded i walked stamering having vomited out the window while driving (well mostly out the window) and we clamored up into the house met his roommate ended our time sitting outside talking drinking drunk drunker than god talking non sense eatting green tabasco flavored cheese-its it was all just fine just great i was bowing my head out of the weight of not needing to hold it up anymore not needing to do anything at all. talked about novacaine steve martin movie only josh had seen. stumbled out lack of need to walk right way inside at bounded leaps and bounds onto the sofa soft blue material watched ten or fifteen minutes of it josh wanted a cigarette we went back to the porch i was humming a karate song to myself and it was great effort to get out there. his firends stopped by it was fine fun all the best it could be i went in passed out tender on the sofa to the sound of the window unit air conditioner. woke up barely wrapped a blanket across myself and fell to sleep to pogo bouncing his face into mine talking gobbeldy-gook. slept better than pogos rantings woke josh had to work stumbled on home on home or around for a while trying to find a place pogo could steal cigarettes from stopped to eat sonic felt all american you know what i'm saying ended up trapsing our way back here relaxed a while spent a few blinks on the air here reading the thoughts of random seekers world-wide then watched st. elmo's fire. it was nice enough to last a little while josh came by and i went home. dazzling lights guided me and i fell asleep watching con air and the pelican brieff on TNT. it was fine. woke up to a day to find out if i must spend the rest of my life in jail or not. here we are here we are waiting waiting waiting waiting fuck i hate waiting. soon everything will be clear.

quote of the night:

"me: damn...i just vomited all over myself. i should pull over to clean this up.
pogo: i kind of saw that coming.
[we pulled over, i cleaned up the mess]
me: now it's time for the murder city devils.
pogo: (laughs) i suppose."

2002-09-27 | 2:18 p.m.
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