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[cribdeath]

some imagery of broken trapeze accompanied the opening flowers of this bittersweet spring. softly softly i carried a large box from the fillmore sunrise toward the fog of the embarcadero morning and then into the fiery mission afternoon. i am spending my batteries more efficiently recording the new synthesizer with sounds that correspond to

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[nostril]

i was wondering if you had roommates. they look cool. can't wait to meet them. i forgot to ask you. i keep forgetting. to ask you.

[cribdeath]

You met one of them the other evening we spent singing

[nostril]

i don't know who you're thinking of. i recognized the passage as probably belonging to kundera, and once the word "goethe" was mentioned, i knew it was kundera. coincidentally, about three days before you posted this, i threw the book (of) "laughter and forgetting" across the living room. i don't know why i threw it. i only know i had said to myself that i had read it and that was not going to be the book i would read. instead, i'm reading jitterbug perfume. i bumped into my ex-neighbor the painter. he had it on his bookshelf and was willing to give it away. also, he makes clarinets in the day job, and uses the sawdust for his night job (painting). i had started reading half asleep in frog pajamas. it seemed timely because it was about the stock market...(chris had it lying around. he got to page 24 i think). i think i got to page 24 as well. nothing wrong with the book. i want to read it. but jitterbug made its way ahead