Have you received confirmation of your flight Have you received confirmation of your flight/ffwd-rite yet? affirmation. That would be an affirmative action. Berth of a for ma tion dor mant shun door mansion someone's knocking on the newest former beatle elementing dralalalalalala draw's alot from those silences, those unintelligibilities, lie the forms of our futures. Why do I [Joan Retallack] say this? Because what is intelligible is already past...Silence and unintelligiblity are the loci of immanent futurity. We require the discipline of attention that one notices in healthy children... W/words Word. In a word: The white-haired philosopher, thinking his devotees rather nonplussed, writes cris p lus another underline in white chalk on the blackboard in effort to exemplify Susan Langer's aestheticalogic. 'twas he who wouldn't see "music sounds like emotions feel" makes some sense if it honors the active intelligence of the reader. don the gemini w/dredlocks comes to mind. he doesn't take brain cells so lightly anymore; Bacon can be described as such. BAcon fiRm ation. Baconomy. sometimes it's just better to sit still. Of course you know there is no separation. There is only the outside of inside and vice subversa... an internally imbedded reciprocal alterity. [italics mine][i own the italics but since i'm new here on the prose block may i borrow a couple of words. Better throw in some phrases if you don't want me conoctI harboring fugitive lyrics overhearing BREAD's french toast syrupturous "I found your diary underneath a tree and started reading about me..."][i won the italics on tour in pisa][some people have to live in structures such as that. You write as if roof isn't the only thing needed for a head to fall asleep.][first thing in the morning i saw the squirrel in his best jet li pose on the edge of the roof. A little later, just to show-off, he/she{i'm sorry i've yet to purge tHe ass u mp tion} s/he/anotHer jumped from live branch to the roof over my housesit emulating her cousins. I'll wager she doesn't have cousins or doesn't even know she has 'em even if she does and even if she knows her cousins, this could have been the choreography of contingent ideas reconfiguring their relations in motion] So what about that fall day in october? Actually, it was late february and you ran away from the birthday party because you Werner tinmood faux dancing since the objec/shun/ was sitting next to the yuppie sitting nex t o “his girl on her birthday" at dinner, later the bmw to the eastbay... and so laUra was normally a serial monogaMist settle d own the steps of bart to find the 12:20 was a 12:14 but i wasn't the only one so this guy this guy with dreds this black guy with dredds this guy don asks if he can use my phone and i am not sure but i oblige because i've always wanted to ask a stranger in a difficult situation before i got mine but there's no one answering things wit his frien d idn't go as planned i.e.ther so we walk back in the drizzle to the birthday party his approaching fifty-year old friend couldn't get into w/o i.d. earlier i ask the objec/shun/able for a ride and before we leave, don catches us and the yuppie mumbles something about who is this guy and how do i [me the narrator] know him unable to suppress his fear as well as me or "his girl with the birthday” who eases us into the leather seats we talk about my new friend's playing music on tour in europe with reggae bands. [the man with japanese sir name could be known for his crisp handling of the san francisco symphony whilst wearing a tuxedo pressed crisp by his favorite cleaners.] worrying how much he'll still have to pay for a taxi to walnut creek “his gir l” ikes my suggestion that it'd be a gift for all the bart to berkeley/n.oakland chincy fares for the pakistani drivers but of course that ain't enough and there are no more taxis at ashby bart and i snap The yuppie's fingerhandshake taking don into my place to await taxi he offers the twenty bucks to sleep on our futon in the living room my housemate w/the son (don recognizes from the flea market because he has a son of his own) okays it and i realize i still don't know him too well beforesleep... 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