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August 30th, 2011

spitting it out @ 12:50 pm

(I think I wrote this Saturday...)

so it resumes
it can be just like this

you go
because you have a place to go
you stay
because you have a place to stay
it's been two days
we may be living here already
already, here we are.

what are the questions we ask?
why do they eat dinner so late?
why sleep during the middle of the day?
and these shades on the windows?
the gay bars, when?
carry your wallet, they say there are pickpockets
the train station
the forest
where are the trees?
and what should we drink?
what is that?
and how should we eat?

things don't work as we expect them to
even i
with all my smarts
and knowing all the buttons to push
i can't make it work as i want it to
we have no internet here
i have to wander the streets
war-driving-for-wifi
snatching open windows of data stream
rebirthing, in this new mercury cycle
my hacker-dreams
jailbreaking his phone, unlocking it
all with the intentions of giving it to the artist kid he loves
inspired inspiring
giving more tools and opportunities
not knowing what or how to do
just knowing desire
and make it work.

we wandered and found shopping yesterday
today is only the second day we're really here!
we bought stacks of drinks
we sat on a wall
because all of the terrace restaurant tables were full
the sunset is so blinding
i feel i'm being baked right here
as i sit naked on a cushion stolen from something like an ottoman

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