TIRE SHOP
TIRES HOP TO TRIPE, TRIP O’ER PHOTOS. TROPES HIT POSHEST SHOPS, RETIRE SHEEP TO HOPPERS.
Funny how much easier this seems to be when I am just thinking it, versus typing it out.
MERIT DELI
MERIT DELI LED TRIMMED, METERED TIME. I LED EMMIT, LIED, REMITTED MIDDLE, LIMITED DELIMITER, IDLED TIME.
Bah. At the ghetto coffee shop. Feeling ignored today. So it goes. Walked to Socrates and Rainey Parks. The hard drives I threw into the river are long gone, or else I just cannot see them anymore. Did not realize until I was out and about just how fucking shitty I feel today. Overslept, overdrank, but feel a different kind of blah than is usual for that. Tried to write a fugue. Going to keep trying. It is harsh on the ears but I want to prove to myself I can actually write counterpoint. It is not needed. No one needs to write fugues anymore. No one needs to write anything anymore. Yet we do.
Thinking again about Trump as president. it’s less fearful to me than it was before. I don’t think he will be permitted to fuck up too badly. I don’t think he really wants the job. He will get bored with it. Legislative minutia is just not his style or discipline. Leave that to his formidable cast of underlings. It’s not his actions I fear but those of his triumphant followers.
Yug, people are throwing shit here, at the ghetto coffee shop.
