fred

> - - 03/03/03 - - <

I am in a renovated bungalow.
There is a revival in the streets.
The natives are pungent -- banana leaves, tripe and gravy.
All the words sound like "bok gok" and "mana ling ding"

I'm laying here, sweating on this cot.
The air is thick with the sounds of insects and marching music.

I'm just so glad I have this cool silver nozzle in my hands.
It's cool and heavy for it's size -- chrome plated.

I'm going to hose down my sister-in-law now.
The sedatives should kick in any minute.

Tommorow is another day with heavy machinery.
The blisters should heal by then.
When my mind is fuzzy I like to align things with a large mallet.
I like to grab things with my hands and feel the click when it fits.