*cold wet moon* ... It's raining here tonight, 11:30pm in sunny Arizona- a steady drizzle that brings me to the edge of dream-state both doors and all the windows open the moist, crisp breeze runs across the keyboard. (probably asking for rust, but what's life without rust?) ...sorry, went out to watch the clouds conceal the moon for a bit... moon the moon rose tonight like a world all it's own- all alone amongst the backlit clouds pale like an old man on a park bench in the winter ..like me, he sits and contemplates reason and chaos in a self-induced solitary confinement.. there's a park bench outside it's wet, of course and I sat on it watching the moon ... the moon a spoon macaroon blue balloon big baboon spitoon ... I don't know what to say. so I say anything rather than nothing. nothing gets you nothing I toss the dice for anything, perhaps the gamble will pay off in interesting discourse. it's worth a shot.. ... my levis are wet (i mentioned this before) and they make squeaky noises on the dining room chair the dog hates the rain but I take it like a drug if I had an ounce of initiative, I'd move to portland and be stoned the rest of my life on the weather. but maybe it's magic to me now because it happens so rarely here in phx. i wouldn't give that up for the world. can't buy magic baby not even in the novelty shops at the mall. ... thunder blunder ice in a blender lid off and "purl" whizzzz shimmering splinters of ice a snowfall inside blizzard lizard ... going outside again. seeya.
