God

is the title of my last thing i make

i hope

or the last thing of mine that is published

is titled God

hopefully

if you can make that decision for me

if i am dead or vegetative or such

oh . .    i really feel that whiskey now, so co


i wanna burn some thing

maybe incense

hopefully

i do nothing un  reasonable


i just texted Amy Hyink nee French , " Listening to Robbie Basho is really nice (: "


i think i love her

maybe platonically

i like parker a lot

too

jesus

alco hol

. . . . .


Clair de Lune (for Twelve-String) [Live]

is really nice


i read a few sentences of Good Husbandry

maybe 20 or 50

i love her and it


ob  viously


i think hank is sleeping


his head is on the far arm of the sofa


I just saw he just stretched

maybe he is asleep

i hear him snore



Khatum is on now


i wanna listen to some thing else             some one

the hajj

instrum


i may fuckin' cry in a moment


i just put on my starred spotify

and the 1st is The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth

reminds me of the French girls

rgiht after i got to amy's i told her i had just heard a song by Clap your handssayyeah

and they remind me of kristie, cuz she liked em and i heard    Skin of my yellowcouthry teteh

in her truck, doing a project for Human Geography, Cary Prater, 12th grade, GPSing fire hydrants


fuck


me


meat


coffee

mountain dew zero


mom bot us three breakfast tacos from the 95 jalisco's this morn after walkin' hank at fairview cemetery graveyard

 . . . . .


i ate one.

The song i heard as i stopped in front of amy and parker's house is Let the Cool Goddess Rust Away


phantom limb - the shins    is on now

keep some hope alive


oooo    weee   oooo


siren


love


God


Me


u


later i love you


I want another title of mine to be


I love You