Sunday, May 27, 2007

World is alive with pollen, Peretz's head yellow-flecked, drifting arrays of white fluff.

Can't quite get the hang of today, typisch für Sonntag. Shower might help.

Spend a lot of time lately feeling just terrifyingly lonely, doesn't make much difference if I'm around people or not. Bleak prospects, dead horizon.

Had 'Permafrost' stuck in my head most of the morning, driven out by 'Fire and Rain' of all things, blaring from parked pickup emblazoned with the Jolly Roger. Got me thinking about the first chapter of Treasure Island, how many pirate clichés are packed in there, RLS is really something else.

Wish I could be like David Watts.

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