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contours provocations
journal - 2002-0502 - thu 2100 A Sketchy Entry Gads! Am I tired. There seems to be so much stress in my so called very fucking demented life that I feel numb. I want a couple of years off to float around obscure Pacific islands. Over the weekend, I had din din with a friend. Middling food but great nutty conversation. We'd not been to dinner in several months, so it was most enjoyable. He was over-dressed, I thought. But he said he was going to hit the bars later to find a man. A tactic that has proven successful in the past. Here's a joke I can across last week. "What did Mark Chapman said to John Lennon before he shot him?" "Fuck you, Ringo!" I know, I know! Totally sick and devoid of redeeming social merit. For many months, I've let books pile up in my bookcase at one of the living room. To the point that I couldn't find anything. So for the last couple of weeks, I've been culling and arranging. I'm still not finished, but it looks a lot better. And the big news is that I'm finding books I'd forgotten about. I'm certain there are any number of items that I've never opened. Gee! What a sketchy entry! I felt compelled to make some kind of entry after almost two weeks. Maybe over the weekend, I'll have some more profound comments to make. PAX!
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