Friday Jul 16, 2004

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Outside smoking a cigarette and midnight and everything seems so clear to my eyes and ears.

The crackle of power transformers overhead joined by the crunch of gravel as a woman walks her dog across the street. The sound of a squirrel rustling through the tree in my neighbors yard. SOmewhere I can hear a TV.

The stars dim and flare in some cosmic dance and the trees stand in black on black contrast against the night sky.

At night I can see so much, hear so much, nothing to cloud the reality of the outside world.

I wish it was so easy to see myself. To know who I am and where I'm going. But for now, I'm in my own night. Lost and yet to be found.
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missfire:
What are you, the sphinx?? Ummmm.... Lemme guess...a postman! No, a garbage man! What do I get now? A trip to heaven? An autographed copy of Snow Crash? We are sooo going out for coffee when I get home.
mrflickwood:
Ummm...not to be mean, but how can be outside smoking a cigarette and listening to the sounds outside and typing on your computer at the same time? Is this a little bit of what they call poetic license, or did you move to the driveway? Just got a big extension cord and a power strip and took all your possesions outside? If you didn't, man you got NO BALLS to live outside the house. Under a tarp or something. Dude, it could be like one of those fundraisers where somebody lives on a telephome pole to get money for whales with cancer. Only you could get money for your own place. HAHAHA what a gas, but I'm just kidding.
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