20 August, 2006
there's a thrill up on the hill. (Hank Ballard and the Midnighters)

if i don't clean this table up, tomorrow, there's going to be an avalanche.
of cords, cables, pens, and old microphone and CDs.

it's not very different from the rest of the house and it's environs... only today did i water what plants there are left, surgically removed the barbed vines from the hedges, and the undergrowth swallowing the SAAB.

the refrigerator holds little more than condiments. and one glacier in this world that is expanding resides in my grannie's old GE.

yes... the ennui continues.

the best way to describe these past few weeks and months is... random. not chaos, exactly, but disorganized events, bordering on portentous.

i could blame it on superstition, since the trigger for this amorphous swirl dates back to that afternoon, as i was pointing the truck down the driveway, that the black snake skimmed itself across my bare feet on the accelerator and clutch, only to disappear behind the dashboard.

"touched by an angel".

Not.

since, crap radio days. crushing tedium and mountains of work. my friend Jack's death on a motorcycle. hiding out in plain sight. grass broken and brittle underfoot. leaves dropping. biding my time.

breaking in a new camera. reacquainting with the airbrush. cooking thai curry on a moments' notice. painting the front door RED. hot sun and sweat. a breath of fresh air. a trip to come.

bonne nuit to the ennui.

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