I was at a party. Setting up for liz's brithday. Getting chairs out of a closet and setting them up. I put my bag inside before the party began. Then I thouhgt of going but was trapped in the chair. A cup of water began to boil in the middle of the table. I said how did you do that. Liz said meggie just tapped it in. I repeated it to zach after feeling wierd for a minute. We started laughing. And laughing. He made it into a dirty joke. Se just tapped/touched it in. The status bar at the bottom of each web page was a dirty joke. There were four or five columns of web pages. O'brien was there. Meggie put the teacup in the pocket of her/my sweater. O'brien commented on the unique poetic nature of my short sleeved blue jacket. something about the beats. I thought, he must recognize that its mine. I like and disliked that he was putting it on. My identity was being passed around the table.
I was wondering why liz was mad. My dad. something about the grass. I was fixing a problem I didn't start. She was mad at me for what some one else did. I was talking to another girl about hazel. She was mad at Alan. She needed to look for someone new. Some one who talked. What does that mean. A slutty looking girl walked up behind us and alan started hitting on her. I wondered if the big chain hazel always wore around her neck. An iron or copper sort of crude figure, got in the way while they were havin sex.
Back at the pool. Liz was an architecture student and I was an artist. So they got along. Explaining what happened to Jaya. Some one took the grass.
Mom was in there. I was guarding and swimming. Trying to get away from some boy. I want to say Josiah. Certainly some half god.
An odler one:
The tide pools of strawberry creek. Working in the industrial age. Butterfly clips.
It was a prison. San Quentin closed for one month every year so they sent the inmates here. I was showing someone were they had put stucco on all the walls to cover where the doors and interesting things had been. something beautiful and old was underneath.
Mom and I agreeing I needed to come home for some spiritual purpose.
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