Light out still,
sun's down though.
Light out,

and skeletons hang
by ropes tied to trees.

Some notes from a found notepad, Part 3

look into March
marathon

Ideas for websites/
lifestyle./book

Sleep
Nutrition / Diet
Setting limits
AdBalance work/fun
Balance
Environment
Attitude
Conscience
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Barret
Ritchie (2) log/MEM

May called me but did
not send a log or MEM
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fluids ~ 140, 141, 142
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To Do
-RED HORSE powerpoint
email to Hill
-Read "The Stranger"
by Albert Camus
-Study Talk to lost
Matt about Dynamics
(Mike Mish)
-
-Study Fluids

-

Some notes from a found notepad, Part 2

Tell Gedman
good job on
memo
_________________

-try not to use
words like zap.

-Forgot to sign

-Keep it up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grocery
milk
vitamin C drops
cottage cheese.

2 sweet potatoes (12 oz)
celery
1 large onion (12 oz)
garlic
vegtable[sic] broth
1 package lentils
coconut

Some notes from a found notepad, Part 1

Type memo for half marathon.
-see cardboard.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-Lead pencils w/ lead
0.7 mm

-milk
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Exemptions for sick
Recommendations?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Things to get
poster board
markers
arts & crafts

goggles
swim suit shorts.

Trifold poster

Orange craisins
(costco)

Hot Chocolate
mini mallows

seeds

It takes
ten
thousand
words
to build a
foundation.

And only
two
to burn it down.

and then

I've been thinking
more than I've been writing, at least...
and perhaps a bit too much at that.

But I know exactly what I need.

Flight 281, Chicago to Pittsburgh. Or, April 1, 1968

Ahead of me, an old man
takes his time removing his
belt and shoes before
stepping through the frame.

“Listen, man, there’s a bunch
of us got places to go.”

Later on, another announcement
would delay the flight at least
half an hour. Unison groans of
disapproval.
The old man would smile and
continue rehashing his part
in Operation Pegasus and a few
of us stranded travelers would
chew on every word,
wide-eyed.

The terrified look in his eyes reminded me
that if the worst thing I have to deal with
is a short flight delay,

I haven’t got it that bad.

night lights

If there's one thing
you don't get from
the city, its the cool
blue glow of the moon.

Come to think of it,
I don't remember the last
time I saw the moon.
I don't remember the last
time I looked up at the sky.

An act in vain, in the city.

Bandit

It's cold in the room so
naturally I have a
sweatshirt on with the hood
up. Someone comes in and
says "Jesus you look like
a freakin' robber, all
hunched over with your hood
up and stuff." Well, sorry,
but it gets cold up here.
What kind of burglar sits
down at his victim's lap-
top and writes poetry,

anyway?

The forgetting of myself

Save the elderly couple
walking down Craig,
down the center,
mind you,

as the snow's made it
inaccessible otherwise,
(and as the sidewalks are
altogether. Inaccessible,
I mean.)

the streets are barren.


Save the elderly couple.

and the raindrops
and the raindrops
and the raindrops
and the raindrops
and the raindrops
and the raindrops
and the raindrops

ZZ

Traces of Jazz
reminds me, we
Leaving Las Vegas
Mulholland Drive
maybe even
Titus,
tonight perhaps.

Note to self:

I love airports,
and everything about them.
The people, the atmosphere,
the architecture,
the lines.
The lines.
More about that later,
I've a flight to catch, and
a book to read. About a house.

things to do now til then

1. learn about finance
2. purchase things, but not too many
3. sol
4. pack your bags
5. wear sunglasses
6. syd barrett
7. don't fall in the snow
8. don't fall in the show
9. your stars my stars only impulse find sky motherless
10. Ten
11. chicago
12. write a thing
13. oh god, write a thing
14. discover an event to talk about
15. chicago

It's funny what ends up
giving us the most motivation
for creativity, yeah?
It's funny what ends up
leaving us in long droughts.

Remember for a second:

Joni Violet.
And then also,
This.
Always beware.
I loved Joni Violet. I still do.

I miss you, Joni, and everything you do.

Snow.

PS. Please note the comments under Joni's post. We used to have those, me and You. We don't anymore, do we? I miss those too.

This is all I've to say.
But don't count me out...

You can still find me

Cervical spinal nerve roots C1-C7
correspond with upper aspects of
vertebral bodies. Sensation of C7
nerve is for the

middle finger.

Bone notch at the base of the neck is C7.
C8 and lower spinal nerve roots
leave below the corresponding
vertebral body.
Sensation of T4 spinal nerve
is approximately level with the

nipple line.

Sensation of T6 spinal nerve root
is approximately level with the
bottom of the sternum.
Sensation of T10 spinal nerve root
is approximately level with the abdomen.
Sensation of T12 spinal nerve root is
approximately level with the

pubic bone.
The spinal cord ends approximately
between L1 and L2!
Sacral cord segments (S1-S5 "Cauda Equina")
are level with T12-L1 Vertebrae!
The

sensations

of lumbar nerves are over the legs!!
THE SACRAL VERTEBRAE ARE FUSED TO MAKE UP THE SACRUM.
THE COCCYGEAL VERTEBRAE ARE FUSED TO
MAKE THE COCCYX OR "TAIL BONE".
SENSATION OF S3, S4, AND S5 NERVES IS THE PERINEAL

(GENITAL)

AREA!!

Where have i been all this time?

insufficient memory to execute command.
the fear of God.
peppermint.
postcards.
write a scene write a scene
and

rain.
pain.
spinal column, nevada.
insufficient space.
you've lost all
space.
focus.
focus.
space.
scene.
scene.
write a scene involving food.
FOOD. but don't eat it.
play
with
me,

chicago.mulhollandDRIVE

Right
Light
Might
Fight


Bite?

lou

There's an echo coming from the
shadows (which make no sound according
to science.)

Have you ever heard the echo of no sound?
Have you ever heard the echo
of no sound?

Of no sound?

Have you ever heard the echo of a shadow?
Have you ever heard the
ec ho of th e

I can't be here.
Not here.
Not without...
I really do feel sick, I want you

to know that.

THRASHING AROUND I EMPTIED MY GAZE
from the solitary confines of THIS
brain...or...
the shadows. Yes, yes,
they are back again, despite the
medddicine I've not been taking.
Taking.
I've given up freely, the insincerity
of your idea of what is truth. You.
Youu. I'll deal with You in a minute,
friend. My friend. THRASHING.

I spat upon the wall, rubbing in
the saliva, I stuck my finger through
the chalky plaster, concealing
my escape.

a murder of crows

a murder of crows
a murder of crows
murder of crows
if it will
find
one way or another
one way
i removed my kin
it just came off
in flakes
missplaced
i can't
a murder of crows
OH SO WE ARE BACK TO THIS
i can't bring myself to
oh, but you know...

i am sorely affected by the
preceding events.
(even surprisingly so)

business

Just please let me get back to my writing class.
Its my only creative outlet all week.
I thought a night class would be great
because I could sit there for 2 1/2 hours
in a class I like. I didn't even think about
not having it at all for the rest of the week.

Flowing more freely than wine

Never frightened of leaving it,
Everyone weaving it,
Coming on strong all the time,
All through the day, I me mine.

International Beatles Freaks Day.
Celebrate.

In the corners,
the shadows are
darkest.
As long as they
stay there,
I'll be okay.

I sat down here to write something,
but it's much too dark in this room.
And my brain.

one road

Trees are best when bare
and coated in sleeves of snow.
I've got a road that is lined
with them for miles. It's great
in the summer because
the leaves shield the sun,
leaving columns of sunlight
to filter through
the pollen ridden air.
But in the winter...

the best

I mean, it's easy to say its the same now.
Everything's the same now as it was.
Even a month ago. Two weeks ago.
Yesterday.
It's not though.
Nothing ever is.
Especially nothing like this.

sorry about that

here i am