The Past

The past is a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind.

Home in NJ

Home in NJ
That's good tea ...

Guitar

Guitar

Hair

Hair
My hair before I cut it all off

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Yesterday I sat on a lady in the bus, she was very small. Then the door wouldn't open so I had to climb out of the window. That's when I realized that it was the wrong stop. I had to walk home but it wasn't too bad. The bad part was at home, outside of the apartment building. I saw a guy get punched in the face then run into the apartment building. When I got there and took the elevator there was blood all over the floor. It was difficult to see in the gloom and I accidentally got blood all over my shoes.

1 comment:

  1. Russia is making you stranger my son, if that is possible (LOL). I hope other people 'get' your DaDa-esque posts !!!!!!!!!!
    Be careful. Lots of love ....

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