It is hot. Everyone is sweating and hating life. I don’t mind all this too much but I have managed to avoid the worst of it. I will pay for that evasion with a monstrous eoectric bill, but having just cancelled an overpriced web server i think I’ll have extra coin to handle the pain.
I just picked up the last of its kind. A payphone that accept sincoming calls. Last of its kind in NYC, possiblly, except forbusinesses that might sitll use payphones as the house phone. The payphone at Mcloughlin’s in Astoria takes incoming calls, but it is not really a payphone, since it does not allow outgoing coin-paid calls.
I picked up this number for a specific reason, as yet untold, but the plan will be implemented this weekend, I think. I will have no realistic way to know if the plan works but I am happy knowing I did as much as this to make it work.
Reading Amy King poetry now at the Rose Reading Room. I haven’t been here in a while. Great A/C. Not exactlywestern Beef’s freezers but not bad.
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As seconds split into atoms you forced passive creations to butcher themselves into old age, mimicking sandy footsteps of God’s greatest saints through ancient photographs of blistering clouds.
Vacantly astute you reminded us that freedom is gravy. You poured yourself down burning staircases with buckets of graceless hammers.
Swing with contagious inattention. Swing under hospitable concern for dreary tyrants crackling in their indignity. Swing into easy escape on the aisle seat of a crowded bus, ready to scramble at first hush of a scheme.
Existent flesh portends itself, expects to reveal blokbustered flash bulbs, reflects on bibles without gospels being read into minutes without treason. You like back with childhood’s sinners, remembering deathly wood.
