orgami's Diaryland Diary

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under the mothers wing

Yes so i fried some fish
in batter in a pan
and it came out lovely

cant believe all the
dishes generated though
cant believe how much
waste water must be
created per household
apartment around and
after dinnertime

leave it to me to ponder
all of that

anyway dinner went well
did dishes
went and rubbed Loris
feet
we watched the creepy
CSI show with the minature
Serial Killer woman
its to be continued

all those little minatures
though and the people whose
hobby this is I am sure
most are harmless like
model trains and airplanes
I put models together
i am good at it
painting them etc
just hasnt been awhile
(1995)

Work has started to become
more interesting
personal inter relations
and work tactics
usual stress
supply demand and all that

probably partly why i took
a day off just couldnt get
out of bed that day
stayed inside in bed the
whole day long
Lori finally dug me out
of the bunker at four
sharp

today i got a lot done
including that painting
im working on and actually
completed a whole letter
on the sign part of the
painting also

My dear beloved howling
screaming vacum
soon i will have to empty
the bag dig inside the
dusty innards and pull out
the detrius and debris
that gets swirled in
and sucked up
patch up the bag and
put it back on

most of its just my own
hair its just over shoulder
length but it seems to
fall out a lot Its normal
to lose hundreds of hairs
in a day they say well maybe
a hundred something
but i seem to lose a lot
Lori says i am going bald

i dont think so

but most of what comes out
of the bag is hair
the usual dust and gravel
cheerios cat food
bits of paper small stones
plastic bread ties
etc etc

At work i just use a corn
broom and a pan im constantly
sweeping up my area
it gets a lot of traffic
and there is lots of plaster
dust from modifying casts
sanding etc

i am so tired
took my pain pills for
my back
took my meds like a good
ol thing
now ready for bed

but first

lets pop in my cd and
listen if you please to a
favourite old lullabye

Mr Morrison and his band
THE DOORS "The End"

and of course cannot now
help but to see in internal
memory the opening credits
of the infamous movie
by Francis Ford Coppola
Apocalypse Now set to this
fine example of nineteen
sixties rock

i am catching on
just wrote tons of
paragraphs and deleted
them

this is fun

i dont have to write
them and then delete
them

it can all happen

right here

oh my damn back
right across the
hips right hip
for some reason
and lower back

it just aches
sore is not the word
pain is not the adjective

here is the part of the
song where in the said
above famous movie they
sacrifice the water buffalo

hard to believe that its
based somewhat on Joseph Conrads
novel

Joseph Cambell??

Gustav Klimpt

hey you are right
where is my poetry?

..O..

1:18 a.m. - 2007-05-18

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