something about nothing at all
27 November 2012
Been all over Gumbytron’s Cremation today, and I must say, a fine day it was. Woke up groggy around noon and had my day’s first cigarette. Bugler. Trying to quit the nicotine scene but those darn drones they keep flying 24/7 keep chemtrailing me with subliminal tobacco advertisements.
My sis need me to run and take her kids to their practices so I did that and headed to Downer Town to take a book to an old friend. It was a copy of the Illuminatus Trilogy by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson. I had to read it twice to get the story but definitely want to read it again.
Finished reading my reader’s copy of Bent: Atypical Girl by Teri Louise Kelly and absolutely loved it. Forgot to mention that.
Anyway I went to Downer Town to visit an old friend and we went out to dinner at El Campesino’s and the place was empty on a Tuesday night. Got to have some decent Mexican food and some conversation other than the Buckeyes beating the Wolverines. Actually we talked some deep shit. Theosophy, Chopra, the cellular hypertorus I was down loaded with, the prophetic dreams she would have. You know, usual wizard stuff.
I like wizards.
After that I stopped at my surrogate father unit’s little shack near Huckabuck to have a couple shots of Evan Williams and smoke a hooter. He’s not all plugged in, which I like, and he told me some good drinking stories. He usually does… I reminded him that he was Cronos which he seems to forget when he’s been drinking.
Drive the 22 miles home thinking about the shape of reality I want to see and how it all seems to be happening around me. The moon is full and we are supposed to have a penumbral eclipse but I’ve gone out several times for a cigarette and still haven’t seen the eclipse. Gonna go out have one more smoke and look.
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