i have my drugs i have my woman


i've started reading all about transcendental meditation. i got a stack of books at this mildew-y estate sale. they say to properly meditate and be assigned to your own unique mantra, you have to have a trained specialist present for your first three months of meditation. i checked up on it; the closest registered mentor lives in arizona and the going rate is $400 a week. i don't have that much money. so i guess i'll just have to find a cheaper way to lull myself into day-to-day sedation. shame.

i've given it a lot of thought and i've narrowed my lust/love/relationship-interests down to eight.
look at this little boy. we used to skip school all the time to smoke the shittiest peppery cigarrettes minimum wage could buy. he was one of those guys that actually did like kiss. my first friend.



"THEY SAY HIS TEETH ARE WOOD AND THEY WANT PICTURES OF HIM.
THE RAIN HITS THE GROUND AND THE TREES THEY DRY IT UP.
MY CHAIN HITS THE WOOD AND THE WOOD IT TURNS TO DUST.
I PICTURE YOU AS IF YOU WERE A PINE.
SWALLOWS DROP IN AND DASH THE SKY,
TRACING LINES OF CURSIVE ON THE HORIZON.
CUTTING CAT FACES IN THE PINES.
MARK THE PATH BACK TO THE POINT OF DEPARTURE.
TWO BY TWO AND FOUR BY FOUR THE PINES THE LAY DOWN
AND I LAY DOWN WITH THE SOUTHERN RANGE."