One Stop “I’m going to write what I know.” “I’ve been away too long.” “Why did you think I wouldn’t meet you?” AH Is there any other option? Yes. The distance. “One stop.” Between the locations? Or does it mean death? Or does it mean an end of a thing? It is an offer toContinue reading “One Stop, Aldous Harding”
Category Archives: love
I’ve seen
the future.
Smothering
your beliefs with pillows.
I kiss
the nearest person, then I know.
What
I am doing, but sometimes with specific other people. This, but bigger. I see someone I want to speak with and I call them and they pick up the phone. This person knows what they are doing. They speak in complete sentences. They know how to hammer a nail. It isn’t some mystery to them.Continue reading “What”
You
would need to sign a NDA, sweetie.
(I have) no favorite brands.
I only have people I want to hear (see, read,…) and people I do not want to hear. The keepers, and the avoids.
I
don’t believe in those. Time is an illusion. I have on or off setting. The first hour was in 1964. None of these other hours are first. They are not numbered. One of them will be last.
Yes, I was in the shit.
What is ( ) local? Is it a gang? Does local even exist anymore? ( ) was local. ( ) was native, a unicorn. But, ( ) live in something like 16 cities, 3 countries. What is the goal, then, of the label local? A tribe, that refuses to move? One tied to just theContinue reading “Yes, I was in the shit.”
What
i am already doing, but with specific other people. One of us needs a plane or a boat. Soon.
Pi-Des 