"The Phantom was all the time talkin' shit to Christine 'bout the music of the night," Mutual nods of agreement; how to explain the rest of it? My new bunkmate[replacement unit for RAJAN] crouched on the bottom stringer at the bottom of the chain-link, lanced his gaze out towards where my shadow crossed the pavement and while addressing me as "old school" said, "I know what you are thinking." How could he? When I was sure that this man had spoken to me, I advanced a sure step towards his own space, whet my lips preparing to speak and paused another half second, to gather his total attention. I asked if he'd heard of this masked dude, and proceeded to classify the fictional French composer's utterances as shit-talk. Upon his admission of ignorance followed my explanation; that whenever this character wrote a letter to the managers in the theater, with his instructions RE:his private box, he signed his missives O.G.; opera ghost. My bun...
summa them JOURNAL entries Posted by SPANKY Rgang on January 6, 2018 at 11:29pm View Blog At eight o'clock this morning, it was forty-six degrees outside, and it has been predicted to reach as high as seventy-three, by around four post meridian. Yesterday was the Ides of November; I had walked east from this office, over towards the Flint River, to get the bicycle I had left down at my favorite Waffle House; it had lain against the front of the store, without any security restraint, for almost thirty-three hours. Many casual observers of such unusual behavior, will be tempted to attribute it, to some brand of undiagnosed mental illness. As the resident wordsmith, please allow me to direct your attention to the two key concepts alluded to in my last sentence:1)What is usual behavior? & 2)Who is the tempter? I have time to do some writing this morning, because my internet service-provider has neglected to provide that service, here at the office, for what...
my life is a poem with no logic to the punctuation an imperceptible meter & non-sequitur stanzas because I'm convinced by the things that you say & seem to have no difficulty ignoring completely the mismatch your actions represent tomorrow I must depart for nowhere totally under-funded & carrying along all the possessions that I refuse to part with sometimes I happen upon some useful object tossed carelessly aside or forgotten in haste to trundle someone else's belongings down a road going nowhere seems at first glance to be symptomatic of the untimely dissipation of my meds BUT I don't take them I think that I'm way too advanced in age to be stylin' this life BUT when I was younger I possessed no preparedness for it ONLY things accumulated in quantities that kept me anchored songs beckoned while the lyricists instructed the SOUL of an old fellow that would eventually manifest genuine acceptance of PROVIDENCE abandoni...
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