seesawing. between hunger and engorgedness, wakefulness and la somnabula. between liberty and whatever isn't slavery but is kind of lame. the smoky feeling inside. connections being continually soldered and snapped and forgotten then somehow reconstituted. just to play:

frankenstein
mask and wig

of course, of course, of course. a solitary jo suspended in the spider's web (no spider please), supply of orangina long gone. bemused (who doesn't like being bemused, come on) and concentrating very hard.

back in the real world philly dave and i scalped tickets on the annenberg steps. first miracle of whoretondom. amen.