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29 Dec 97
 
that's a paddington hat -x 
exactly! exactly! -s
 
levi's little boy smile 
 
NICU 
i'm peering through your opacity 
 
rehearse tomorrow's verse 
forgive me if i don't singe in reverse 
[sic, s/b key] 
 
calypso 
jam chunk 
 
Crossroads 
(cool, a Zero cover, just kidding) 
 
Esau myth essential blow against patriarchy 
Me as second born but first born *son*, usurping older sister's place. 
write jennifer's story 
wizard versus warrior, gandalf 
 
write novel *by* posting to usenet 
 
Jerry garcia was the greatest master ever of slack-stomach guitar. 
Kimock is the best tight-stomach guitarist I know (better than... <--bogus concept) compare Henry K. 
 
cars truck buses 
 
yoga 
briggs of course already there 
younger brother 
let me get there 
[on my own] 
 
falsetto last studio 
[even though i have the album, i heard and wrote] 
deep in the bottom 
[when prompted, actually "theme from the bottom"] 
heard as though new 
them fotm thang fo a minute 
 
s hears women are smarter 
 
bottom feeding 
as a concept (in porn too) 
 
never be sorry about that 
you made the right decision 
 
ok he wears his pretensions on his sleeve 
 
i really listened this time 
b is teaching me conversation 
 
this *is* what happens in the dead universe 
 
wiped she 
her tears 
with my hand 
 
dad, i ain't your wind up toy 
 
we're all learning 
 
boast rap 
 
sarah is so cool 
i love her so much 
no actual reason 
to hide it/anything? 
 
this guy in a room at the back of a company they give drugs/computers to to be the brains or imagination or (pro)creative power of the thang. 
 
give dad enterzone and my other links, new version of eudora 
links going in 
 
STATE of web integration real not ad marketing bullshit 
 
massive from the bottom 
 
Fluffhead 
 
did Fluf-fy(!)-- 
3 crescendos that made zeezee-wisey-ex look around 
 
at the moment two of the men in her life are hanging out at madison square garden 
 
to two too 
force the issue ebonically 
 
syrup at phish w/ xian whoda thunkit? 
 
Dirt 
(knockin' like opening) 
 
now you can draw the back of trey 
 
Antelope 
 
nic addict (recovered: no, moderated) 
Martha feels our scorn 
don't *kill* nicotine executive! laugh at them, even though some of them are the nazi war criminals of today-->better in a cage-->invite people in 
 
i take the fifth 
 
me: i guess i just copped a feel or something but i didn't mean to. 
girl bumming me cigarette: oh, that's ok. 
 
nice long intro to antelope 
 
we're in the same level 
 
water 
it does a body good 
 
can't 
 
write down she said brown fuzzy mittens 
the scribe takes liberties 
 
brachiate! climb 
 
climb 
it's weird when my legs call me a motherfucker specifically. 
 
dad: put icons on desktop 
mail from mom 
xian's 'zine <--enough for now 
do anyway 
o'brian: "the door was on the jar" 
he need a good (not really) 
 
i need to sleep 
why won't you let me 
 
bathroom-> 
digestion-> 
food-> 
pleasure-> 
self-control 
 
or nicotine 
(or is it oral?) 
one cigarette a day, patch 
maybe smoke less pot 
 
during a tight stomach guitar solo, if you dance with your stomach muscles loose, you geel tension there, to me it feels like anxiety. 
 
san diego 
"it's just a place" 
this has been a message from the tourist bureau of seattle\\ 
 
who changed the r to or from rh to trrrrill? 
who is that man, i would like to shake his hand 
 
reproducing it is hard 
 
brachiate 
i/take the fifth 
 
Down with Disease-> 
 jam-> 
David Bowie 
 
just thinking re him an iman per ABIHDrown) 
 
how to draw trey from behind
(in three easy steps): 
 
[scans added 98 02 12]
 
 
 
be careful not to accidentally draw darth vader 
loooook i am yohtt fathah 
 
 
 
 
paige jam 
re----? ?? of poss?? -- is that standard? 
 
-> chalk dust torture 
->tease? d predicted it 
 
possum!   
the look of astonishment on zzyzx's face was worth the price of admission 
 
got to have some funk 
definitely fonkay w/arthur'so (so?) african Wheee's 
 
is this my next lifetime? 
 
foxy lady (jam) 
 
great dictation 
--s 
 
stories my family told me since we all forget who "we" are 
 
miss the dead? 
it's good to miss what's gone 
 
when sarah 
to write 
played up 
the Notebook 
where ideas are made 
me: the ideas just happen 
all you do is write them down 
 
oh my god 
we forgot to fuck 
 
You Enjoy Myself (my first second [actually not, that would be Dirt]) 
 
like donald duck cursing at the end of YEM ah shee h'danmg like 
 
enco' 
this is new yawk 
you betta fuckin' play an encoah. 
 
when i whispered in her ear 
i lost another friend 
 
very faithful 
rocked out 
good times, bad times 
 
[drawing of my knock-kneed legs: 
 
  
 
lends woman's 
body shape 
to my silhouette 
with littlest 
belly yet 
same effect 
mirror? 
 
 
not raining hard anymore but the ombrella salesmen is out 
 
mirror image (scan) 
 
  
 
myth of alcohol as writer's drug 
it's the pot 
stoopid 
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