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| The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.) | The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.) | The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.) | |||
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The Demon With Little Black Beetle Eyes
so i'm here in my neighbor's apartment--legally, damn you, cynics!--i'm feeding her cat for a few days while she's in n.j. and the shift key on one side of her computer doesn't work, and i'm not about to change my habits just to avoid looking like a poor e.e. cummings knockoff. and her cat in named betty and she is starved for attention. she had eyes like little black beetles and i find that very attractive. and i'll bet you're wondering what the day holds for old sublingua, aren't you? well, this morning, there is the inevitable gym workout with max, followed by a shower and shave, then lunch and tooling around with an out-of-town friend who is not sophistica (but, shit, i have to stop and get her an xmas gift at some point before meeting up with her. dammit. why do i always forget such things?), by then, soph should be back in town and we'll probably have dinner with her and x and i hope the boy and the baby bunny. and then home to betty, i suppose. and christmas? christmas day was spent with max. we had a vietnamese lunch, went to his office so that i could check email, then went to the studio. i've started some new work out of the ruins of the old work. i'm calling them "self-assembling altars." (you can't put me in a room with movable things that i don't try to put together some altar or other). i also put together some pieces called "what to say when asked if it's a fallen world" (I, II, and III). there are two books--but they don't have titles yet. all in all, it was a productive night at the studio, but max wasn't really into it, so we left early. hopefully, i'll get down there again this weekend to fire the pieces i put together this week. jeez, i was going to say something else, but i freakin' forgot. um. shit. well, anyway, came home last night and took a long bath and did some reading: zami: a new spelling of my name (audre lorde), the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy (douglas adams, of course), to kill a mockingbird (harper lee, yeah?). i had to keep switching off the lee, because i kept crying and crying (pms much?), so i'd go to lorde, get my courage up, and come back to lee. i have the inevitable stack of books to get through on this break. "get through" meaning "want to," not, as when in school, meaning "have to." but now? the gym.
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