awake and working again, deadlines and all that crap, finsh this start that, and i still don't work as hard as my roommate, she worked all nighte at d.n.a. and has been working since she got home on her custom bondage boustierre's that she makes by hand and i guess they are very popyular because she can't seem to keep up with her orders and there it is that deadline thing, is everyone under that deadline thing, homelessness never seemed to have a deadline that i could ascertain, maybe the soup kitchen days and times, but that was always so hunger driven that it never felt like a deadline, and then i guess there is priso, but that has only one deadline that you think aboyut and that is your release date and it is always best to not think about that as much as possible. i guess i am more concerned with deadlines since the divorce because before that i would just remember her deadlines and not even trip on mine, now i'm trippin'. well, there is no going back to thatn, so welcome to the world of deadlines, mr. razor. tonight i have to go a readind where people are gonna ask me to read and i don't know if i am up for that but i guess i gotta do to help promote the big reading on the 25th for ricky and chupa. i have not done a big reeading in a long time, so that might be good to rant and vent and spew once more. i was hoping there would be more fog this morning, i will make tea and roll a joint and not where my glasses and go up on the roof and pretend that there is fog by crying like a hurt bitch, what i'm i saying, i am a hurt bitch, anyway i hope my delirium didn't stain anybody yesterday, hope somebody read somethin' and smiled,hope evrybody fucked off real nice throughout the night...
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batattak:
I can totally relate to the pressure. I look back to my earlier years living on the streets, sleeping in Golden Gate park, crashing in some hovel squat like the Vats. I miss it. I miss the lack of care and responsibility. What was most I had to do? Hit a soup kitchen? Spange some $$ for food or dope? Try to make it downtown to find the clean needle lady? Sure...it would get depressing at times. I would see these crusty, nasty old winos who had hit the Haight as young hippies in 66 or 67 and never left. I would look at them and pray to God that I wasn't going to be the same thing in 10 or 20 years. I dunno...I'm rambling now.
linz:
that's beautiful! ramen and oklahoma thank you for your beautiful ode.