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Pussy PLay
I have cats..i thought I had seen it all...look below ...
p.s. my runaway rat norman came home
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Fool For The City
I love the loud calls of the train, always eerily mysterious and forlorn. I am enamoured with conversations in Polish drifting down the hall.I think, man..i love this place..If only I had a desk. Ha. I have been sitting on the hardwood floor on my ass all day for days, typing. Seems my ass is not as privy to this as old days, nor my knees. It's definitely a vicodin day.
I'm anxious to start my day. In Texas I would wake up with dread. Oh no. Not this. I don't want to wake up,never,not in a gazillion years.Now I jump out of bed smiling, eager to start another day of exploration in such a foreign but familiar city. I feel like Jack Costeau..on a misson to discover what appears to be covered.Just got to peel back the label a bit, Jack. I've not been sad once since moving here and tonight I get one of my kitties back.I am ecstatically stoked! I think to myself..after living at Kwasi's...Benji B is going to want a kitty tree.
I've been cooking dishes to put Mario Molto to shame. Equipped with borrowed pot and pan and some good old mary jane,I cook, roast garlic, taste thingsd and cook things all over again just for the sake of touching the food, preparing it. One month of Jack in the Crack and other heinous fast food joints will do it to you. I am thinking of buying one of those gallon things of Olive OIl, thhe way I've been cooking. It seems I am happily domesticated. Even all of my bath towels are in perfect alignment and organisation in the linen closet ! Watch out, Martha ..I'll kick your ass !
Other than that I am struggling with my braces, my back problems. I have to start my braces over from step one as I discontinued wearing them due to lack of funds when my granpa was dying. NOw I've to start at the beginning. D'oh! But happy I can do it, see. Sometimes God gives me a second chance because I suffer everything twice as hard. I don't know why but I do, its not imagination.
Welp, my backs had enough of the floor, so I am off to the market to get soem cereal. Some girl wrote me, unable to post on CL ..she said something about the 5$ posting pimps. HOly mohterfuck. IS there no end to online pimpery ?
intrinsic I owe you some house photos... I will take them today! I wish you could come over for some of my food! :)
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All the leaves are brown
The leaves blow in circulars across the short grass strip and into street, sounding like large beatles scurrying away .I watch unobserved from my window as an autistic Italian man gathers the leaves in sequences of fours. He stops and lights a filterless Galiouse , then pulls his pants up exactly four times. A burst of wind comes along and blows his gathering of leaves away and he claps four times, and curses at no one in a strange language, then begins again. I smile, thinking this would not be home if there were not something abnormal happening.
I walked to the market yesterday for fresh flowers and olive oil and loaf of wheat bread . I swear i seen Carla from the sitcom Cheers shopping in the market. THe market is crowded and tiny, and an old Polish man tripped over a display only to be immediately and loudly chagrined by his wife, just to yammer back.it was the display i tripped, you hear? I drink all of this in, drunk off of the city and loving it. Groups of well behaved teenboys of all types walk around hunting and strutting like peacocks,hair full of shiny gel and breath forming white puffs that they soon walk into..
My bathtub is a behemoth representation of the past and it takes nearly an hour to fill up, much to my delight. I float in it,a rose petal whirling against the alabaster and stare at the candles in the window I have put. San Juan and Virgiv De Guadalupe... A prayer of roses. MY house smells all through like roses. Not like a funeral but rather maybe holy communion.
I am off now, but will be back on all day ... forming careful lists of what i need, reading blogs and doing what I do. Living in your own home is the difference between insanity and sanity ,night and day. To think I once thought staying in hotels was fun.
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Home Sweet Home
I am ten feet off the floor. Flying ..zooming. I met this incredibly nice guy on CL who overlooked my credit. I have the house and I have my freinds to thank !If not for youse, I could not of done it. Without your moral support and help i wouldnt of made it through this terrible transition.I am touched to tears at the kindess of a faceless unseen gentleman whom I love and who isnt really a stranger at all, but an intimate friend.. .(intric) Thank you all for putting up with me , whining, needing things.I am so very grateful for all of you.
Pfish(luvs ya ),marr err,the kwas,intrinsicly wonderful,my pretty little rat lover !All of you.. I am so very thankful for the rides, the pet sitting, the emotional support, the financial help and all of the people who reached out to me in letters. Its funny how you can go from feeling alone and unwanted to being a ver lucky person!I cant thank you enough.
Yesterday I got dropped off at night in South Chicago by an irate taxi driver. Everything was boarded up, bullet proof glass in everywhere..and the only place I could go for safety was a bar that i had to be buzzed into for security.All these [people were telling me to get out of there before i was killed, before dark. I was terrified and people were chasing me.I met a bunch of friendly old black gentlemen and women who protected me from being mugged immediatley, bought me drinks, protected me,kept others away . I had a little too much to drink and thank you mar err and kwas for the rescue mission! What a mess i was grateful not to be killed there.ONe old man would not leave until i was safelly picked up and behaved very grandfatherly to me.
Well I will leave now .. and try to quit crying from happiness and wonderment at this great strange world and all of the lovely humans who I am priveledged to know and been touched by !
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