August 04, 2005

The assets of change change again; point and it's vanished.

When all the writing embodiments were exhausted, I left the room. It was well after three o’clock, and the sun was entirely blinding. People in low cute dresses pranced from shopping excursions, and straight men slouched with papers on corners, chomping cigars. The infrequency of everything armed me, with a certain vision I’d seldom seen before; could this be the reality I’d sought, under the incorporation of reckless travel and edgy circumstances?


“Everything is in negotiation, when you’re not married.” and the he was not referring to self-marriage, where life is the sound of sand falling to paper, but the satiety of water under the brink of the bridge. There was a large article on nuclear blasts of the past, and where the politics came from which demanded them, whereby the Peruvian’s thoughts truncated at late childhood which many cultures deem early adulthood, where he judged existence by the strength and quantity of cocaine, closely aligned with strong drink, music and sex. His stories were legendary; diverting the realm of blatant excess, to swoon the edge of the divine. In the restaurant we were loud and gregariously ordering noting its absence on the menu, but he spoke the reality of cunning culinary mime, and good waiters know what’s up. They cajoled the cooks to whip the stops out, and grill the heart meat slathered with the boss’ imported sauce ingredients. I thought they would throw us out of the place well before the question of coffee and desert. They told me he was over fifty, and had been a caddy for twenty five years. I was dumbfounded. Fifty~! Aghast. The dude had a demeanor of late twenties, gainfully seeking fun as employment. I thought of nobody in particular, and comparted this man to them, finding them lacking in many regards, as one might imagine, bisecting the crazy circumstances of smoking a wicked dose of bud, on the bench outside of the restaurant, my nonexistence verified. Instinct took over, leading us astray;
the rampage began.

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