Don't tell me / How to be / Cause I like some suffering / Don't ask me / What I need / I'm just fine / Here finding me / Me -Vertical Horizon, "Finding Me"
I was up until midnight finishing up the term paper. It was probably a mistake to try to write and edit on the same day.
The problem is that once you see things too many times they seem okay.
There is some kind of allegorical tale there. I recognize my wisdom. I just never follow the thread.
My folks went to the beach yesterday. Stopped at a local convenience store for lobster rolls. I just got back from the same place. I'll be a regular.
It's a local place. On Jordan Avenue. The short drive is so country Maine - even though the store is in town. I can't even describe how pretty it is here this time of year.
Sometimes my brain is like a bolt gun in the hands of an epileptic. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Making connections.
My parents lived on Jordan Avenue when I was born. A small upstairs apartment. Almost 52 years ago.
My grandson is named Jordan, as is Audrey's daughter.
I flew along the border between Israel and Jordan. Israel has a range there. A bad guy radar locked me up, and I pretended to launch an AGM-88.
I once read that the AGM-88 is referred to as "one thousand pounds of hate." It doesn't give up. In the last seconds of flight it explodes and more than a hundred pounds of 1/8" titanium cubes spread out. It is a soft kill weapon. If you are soft and squishy it is not advisable to be under the pattern.
"Magnum, magnum" I said. The word intended to let friends know a thousand pounds of make-believe hate was in the air. Going up. "TOF two plus thirty" I said.
Two and a half minutes later, a squadron-mate on the ground said "Hah! You missed!"
(Oh fuck you! I didn't miss!)
Exited over the Gaza strip, which from angels twenty looks pretty nice. In the air, all beaches look nice.
My nephew's wife went to elementary school on Jordan Avenue.
I had a brief affair with a women whose name was Jordan. I am sure that bang, bang, bang, bang my brain will be making connections and reminding me for the rest of the night.
As predicted once I put the downstairs a/c unit in the temperature dropped. I only have it running to control the humidity - which this morning was 79%.
Ink disgusts me, but apparently I have a thing for Vulcan chicks:
I hear my lobster roll calling!
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