imagination and the excesses/Saturday nite-----
dream like fog where i suddenly arrived at the house of William Burroughs where my bartender and her husband were housesitting and i walked in and began to count the books that were so perfectly organized by not only title but signifigance and they were old, dusty, and full of every emotion possible---
so that then i sat in the pagoda in the backyard, dreaming of what it would be like to hold him and--
the phone rang and there was to be a meeting.
when i met him at the diner he introduced himself as Burroughs but looked exactly like Ginsberg circa 1985 or so and even had the laugh and spoke and pushed his glasses furthur up his nose and i had the library book i stole at fourteen and he autographed it and wrote notes on the poems i had given him. i put them in my pocket and then asked me if i remembered Lorenzo, altho i couldn't recall the name at first i do remember him buying me beers in the Spaghetti Warehouse downtown before he died and i know they are there together now. sweet ginsberg. i knew it was him all along. he hugged me and i left the diner ready to find a park bench and read his notes.
his words echoed in my head as the genius told me that i should keep writing and that i might have something wonderful to say.
i found the spot--alone and the air was cool and i sipped orange juice next to the fountain where i pulled the notes from my pocket and on the cover page were words i cannot see now from my spot in life where--
beautiful dream to awaken from.
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i have worked excessively for the past 2+ weeks which would explain my lack of update and/or comments. it's all for the greater good tho, as i know once i step off that plane and see her face that it was all worth it...
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by the way--i'm now a myspace whore again. altho maybe not a whore so much as a myspace bicuriouscollegestudentwhoonlytriesthingslikethiswithstrangersandneverspeaksaboutittoanyoneastonotearntheircontantribbingandanger.
so anyway, add me, you fellow whores.
www.myspace.com/basementfascination
dream like fog where i suddenly arrived at the house of William Burroughs where my bartender and her husband were housesitting and i walked in and began to count the books that were so perfectly organized by not only title but signifigance and they were old, dusty, and full of every emotion possible---
so that then i sat in the pagoda in the backyard, dreaming of what it would be like to hold him and--
the phone rang and there was to be a meeting.
when i met him at the diner he introduced himself as Burroughs but looked exactly like Ginsberg circa 1985 or so and even had the laugh and spoke and pushed his glasses furthur up his nose and i had the library book i stole at fourteen and he autographed it and wrote notes on the poems i had given him. i put them in my pocket and then asked me if i remembered Lorenzo, altho i couldn't recall the name at first i do remember him buying me beers in the Spaghetti Warehouse downtown before he died and i know they are there together now. sweet ginsberg. i knew it was him all along. he hugged me and i left the diner ready to find a park bench and read his notes.
his words echoed in my head as the genius told me that i should keep writing and that i might have something wonderful to say.
i found the spot--alone and the air was cool and i sipped orange juice next to the fountain where i pulled the notes from my pocket and on the cover page were words i cannot see now from my spot in life where--
beautiful dream to awaken from.
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i have worked excessively for the past 2+ weeks which would explain my lack of update and/or comments. it's all for the greater good tho, as i know once i step off that plane and see her face that it was all worth it...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
by the way--i'm now a myspace whore again. altho maybe not a whore so much as a myspace bicuriouscollegestudentwhoonlytriesthingslikethiswithstrangersandneverspeaksaboutittoanyoneastonotearntheircontantribbingandanger.
so anyway, add me, you fellow whores.
www.myspace.com/basementfascination
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