the tower 

he sleeps 

in the monkey room 

days later 

alight 

tenth avenue again 

on tenth avenue 

the night on tenth avenue 

buddha on lotus says: (12:09:29 PM)
how you?

gpesoa says: (12:46:47 PM)
so tired
and
etc

buddha on lotus says: (12:47:39 PM)
have heavy heart today

buddha on lotus says: (12:47:50 PM)
who sings that dopey song

gpesoa says: (12:47:52 PM)
what happens?

buddha on lotus says: (12:47:54 PM)
have a heart!

gpesoa says: (12:47:59 PM)
no sé

buddha on lotus says: (12:48:00 PM)
oh, oh

buddha on lotus says: (12:48:10 PM)
reality raining on my weiner schnitzel

gpesoa says: (12:48:14 PM)
ay jaja

gpesoa says: (12:48:17 PM)
ay cómo te quiero

buddha on lotus says: (12:48:25 PM)
the pitter patter of little storm troopers

buddha on lotus says: (12:48:45 PM)
in their white leather hobnail boots

buddha on lotus says: (12:48:51 PM)
love you

gpesoa says: (12:48:58 PM)
me too my dear

gpesoa says: (12:48:59 PM)
so much

buddha on lotus says: (12:49:16 PM)
:)

buddha on lotus says: (12:49:21 PM)
that is a fake smile, though

gpesoa says: (12:49:25 PM)
jajaja

buddha on lotus says: (12:49:28 PM)
i wasn't smiling when i smiled you that smiley

buddha on lotus says: (12:49:38 PM)
i was not, in fact, keeping it real

gpesoa says: (12:49:39 PM)
what were you doing

buddha on lotus says: (12:49:43 PM)
it was a smiler of lies

gpesoa says: (12:49:49 PM)
ohhh you don't love then

buddha on lotus says: (12:49:56 PM)
i tried to smile but it curdled on my face like hot yogurt

buddha on lotus says: (12:50:00 PM)
oh, i do love

buddha on lotus says: (12:50:23 PM)
but i am tired

gpesoa says: (12:50:24 PM)
how are you dear, your job and all

gpesoa says: (12:50:31 PM)
why why

buddha on lotus says: (12:50:50 PM)
like a saline breast implant under a heat lamp

buddha on lotus says: (12:51:05 PM)
job is fine

buddha on lotus says: (12:51:17 PM)
it's me, you see

gpesoa says: (12:51:27 PM)
i see

buddha on lotus says: (12:52:09 PM)
how are you, mi esposo

gpesoa says: (12:52:16 PM)
ayy

gpesoa says: (12:52:33 PM)
processing a visa, i'm afraid you don't have to marry me

buddha on lotus says: (12:52:39 PM)
ah so

gpesoa says: (12:52:48 PM)
not sure yet, though

gpesoa says: (12:52:50 PM)
:)

gpesoa says: (12:52:56 PM)
saline breast implant

buddha on lotus says: (12:53:02 PM)
you wouldn't want to marry me anyway

gpesoa says: (12:53:07 PM)
i would

buddha on lotus says: (12:53:07 PM)
i am a false prophet

gpesoa says: (12:53:17 PM)
i have a thing for false prophets

buddha on lotus says: (12:53:24 PM)
my tao is full of tse-dung

gpesoa says: (12:53:47 PM)
my mao is full of tungsten

gpesoa says: (12:54:00 PM)
i wrote a pilot of telenovela

gpesoa says: (12:54:02 PM)
in two days

gpesoa says: (12:54:10 PM)
full of errors and horrors

buddha on lotus says: (12:54:14 PM)
my goa is full of durian smell

gpesoa says: (12:54:16 PM)
would you like to edit

buddha on lotus says: (12:54:17 PM)
oh noooo

buddha on lotus says: (12:54:19 PM)
yes

buddha on lotus says: (12:54:21 PM)
i will

gpesoa says: (12:54:21 PM)
jaja

buddha on lotus says: (12:54:24 PM)
gladly

gpesoa says: (12:54:27 PM)
pobrecita

buddha on lotus says: (12:55:44 PM)
i should send myself to indonesia

buddha on lotus says: (12:55:56 PM)
my fat could feed a family of six for two weeks

gpesoa says: (12:55:57 PM)
what for dear

gpesoa says: (12:56:01 PM)
ay jajajaja

buddha on lotus says: (12:56:29 PM)
right down to my tender little earlobes and the crispy potato chips of my deep-fried eyelids

gpesoa says: (12:56:33 PM)
stay home. my fridge is empty...

buddha on lotus says: (12:56:53 PM)
what right have i to complain?

buddha on lotus says: (12:57:05 PM)
someone should shoot me for all the whining i whine to my chosen few

gpesoa says: (12:57:46 PM)
it's ok dear, it's music for my ears

gpesoa says: (12:57:54 PM)
anything you say, whining or not

buddha on lotus says: (12:58:47 PM)
thaqt's because i do it with such trenchant wit, non?

buddha on lotus says: (12:58:48 PM)
;)

gpesoa says: (12:59:33 PM)
hmm

gpesoa says: (12:59:36 PM)
yes,

gpesoa says: (12:59:37 PM)
i guess

buddha on lotus says: (12:59:49 PM)
al baraq o-mamamia ahma gah ween in-Sayn heer

gpesoa says: (12:59:52 PM)
if you can do that, there's another dimension

gpesoa says: (12:59:55 PM)
redemptive dimension

gpesoa says: (1:00:01 PM)
ohhh

buddha on lotus says: (1:02:01 PM)
i am a slave to the send/recieve button

buddha on lotus says: (1:02:12 PM)
i am wondering about the philosophical ramifications of this

buddha on lotus says: (1:02:20 PM)
from a self-improvement standpoint

gpesoa says: (1:02:22 PM)
which are?

buddha on lotus says: (1:02:53 PM)
is it better to take charge of my destiny and demand that the server send out and gather up and deliver to me the missives (or not-missives) of the world

gpesoa says: (1:03:17 PM)
i should marry you

gpesoa says: (1:03:27 PM)
your thoughts are as beautiful and interesting

gpesoa says: (1:03:32 PM)
as the rest of you

gpesoa says: (1:04:07 PM)
and your words

gpesoa says: (1:04:18 PM)
are like manna from the skies

buddha on lotus says: (1:04:26 PM)
or is it a passive-agressive behavior to allow that each time i click 'send' my messages are delivered without further thought, that each time someone clicks their own send button, a message forks out to me like lightning, arriving at my eyes within moment as would a scroll carried to the gods of Olympus in Hermes' back pocket?

buddha on lotus says: (1:04:55 PM)
am i seeking my destiny out, or have i become a penitent to a million lines of senseless code

buddha on lotus says: (1:04:59 PM)

??????!!?!?!?!?!?!

gpesoa says: (1:05:17 PM)
hmmmmmmm

buddha on lotus says: (1:05:53 PM)
must take my medicine more regularly, i think

buddha on lotus says: (1:06:02 PM)
also, french fries. i want french fries.

gpesoa says: (1:06:26 PM)
i don't like french fries

buddha on lotus says: (1:06:34 PM)
with lots of salt

buddha on lotus says: (1:06:36 PM)
hot

gpesoa says: (1:06:36 PM)
but your words are addictive

buddha on lotus says: (1:06:44 PM)
numminanumminanummina

gpesoa says: (1:08:05 PM)
albuminabuninuninú

buddha on lotus says: (1:09:22 PM)
armageddonouttahere

gpesoa says: (1:10:24 PM)
ay que apocalíptica mi vida

buddha on lotus says: (1:11:01 PM)
http://vip.mikrobitti.fi/~tapiob/whitelines.gif

buddha on lotus says: (1:11:38 PM)
ewvsoto: kittens
ewvsoto: little snorty kittens
Citizen Kang NYC: ha
ewvsoto: meeeauuuuu

gpesoa says: (1:12:14 PM)
ayyy jajaj

buddha on lotus says: (1:12:42 PM)
oh shit i just closed the window

buddha on lotus says: (1:12:47 PM)
damn

buddha on lotus says: (1:12:56 PM)
can you copy and paste our conversation and email it to me?

buddha on lotus says: (1:13:01 PM)
i need to put it on the blog

buddha on lotus says: (1:13:08 PM)
am cabeza de poo

gpesoa says: (1:13:15 PM)
pero yo no dije nada interesante

buddha on lotus says: (1:13:41 PM)
i just want to record the kind of useless shit i say when i feel like this

buddha on lotus says: (1:13:49 PM)
think of it as a public service announcement

buddha on lotus says: (1:13:54 PM)
like the ones about land mines

buddha on lotus says: (1:13:56 PM)
you know

gpesoa says: (1:14:04 PM)
ok, copying

buddha on lotus says: (1:14:17 PM)
great i get to play the send/recieve game again

buddha on lotus says: (1:14:21 PM)
ay ay ay

gpesoa says: (1:14:31 PM)
ok

buddha on lotus says: (1:14:56 PM)
gracias

buddha on lotus says: (1:15:01 PM)
carinito

buddha on lotus says: (1:15:03 PM)
xoxox

buddha on lotus says: (1:15:08 PM)
what should i have for wunch?

gpesoa says: (1:15:15 PM)
orecchietti

buddha on lotus says: (1:15:15 PM)
wunchwunchwunch

buddha on lotus says: (1:15:19 PM)
haha

buddha on lotus says: (1:18:38 PM)
strozzapretti

gpesoa says: (1:18:43 PM)
jajajaja

gpesoa says: (1:18:48 PM)
pasta dudosa

mister hawkins puts a quarter in the machine and spins some tunes 

no one is going to deprive me 

chantal calls it 'shark bar' 

another beauty from papua new guinea 

the girl on my coffee table 

tainted ladies 

tainted ladies 

aliens at the forefront 

killer Hassan and the clan of the cave beer 

killer Hassan and the watches of the night 

on fourth avenue III 

in the night room 

fourth avenue II 

fourth avenue 

andy in his studio 

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

cummings, bien sur, because it's those days.

what is different about this
is my redoubled unwillingness to be carried away, and yours.
and yet, as edward estlin seashell cummings sings
in my ear like a mockingbird, a heartbeat of waves:
'i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands-'
and the severity of your very true words
cuts through the pith and touches the white.
lets honey come seeping from my flesh,
slowly, once, and now faster.

somewhere in the interlocking letters of the night
beneath the blue light of sodium vapor lamps on ramps of snow
i woke from a nightmare:
a bridesmaid's white flowers in my hair and in a white lace dress,
the dancers at the wedding part as i pass,
and my old lover says to me that i missed our song:
number thirteen, out of twenty-six he counted
while i was outside smoking
and dancing, with a dark-haired man,
a madrigal, a tango, more gracious with the slant of my head
and rolling, fanning gestures of my hands.
while that boy waited inside with his face wet with perspiration, tears,
condensed drops rolling from his slowly-warming bottled beer.
i saw him there at the end of my mother's finger, at the edge of the crowd,
an oval of despair.
i am someone's bad dream.

from this,
i startle under your draped arm and turn to you in the dark
to meet you nose to nose.
and i say
'i was having such a bad dream.'
it was a hard talk earlier, for me.
but now i feel the willingness of your voice and the sweet warm smell of you.
your body, pushing back into mine, as my arm goes around your waist
and my nose into the hollow
between your shoulder-blades.
then we roll back under the sheet and covers,
and forming a double question-mark,
curl back into sleep again.

this is that sweet moment,
knowing that you are beside me,
and though you need not be told just now,
much beloved.

don't worry, i haven't forgotten all about you - just so busy with the new job that i haven't had a minute to do anything except work, sleep and...

the inauguration is coming up. oy.

more soon -

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