font choice makes for good conversation

it was monday after my new
job
walkthrough.

i came home to devins where i sat
and ate
and smoked a spliff.

I hopped hopped hopped
onto my bike and straddled it while attaching my
helmet
and discussing the
aliens quadrilogy with
my
brother.

we talked mainly of the fourth...
Resurrection.
an abomination.
not even very fun to watch.
and the music...

onto my bike and toward Pov's house
to help him in bottling
home-made beer,
a rhythm wavered into my mind and before i knew it i had my surroundings
playing to an internal track.

i pulled over and called
devin
in the hopes that i could hum it to him before it left or changed...
but he was in the garden and
could not hear the phone
over the new
Radio Head album which,
was nowadays almost
always on.

instead of leaving a silly message i pushed the right button
on my phone,
the sound recording button,
and began to whistle into the mic.

afraid of drawing attention to myself
i awkwardly got back onto my bike and continued my journey to pov's,
while whistling into my phone.

a methodical and slow almost trance like tune.
set to four four i think and simply going
Up
and
Down.
after a few cycles i
began straying from the repetitious beat
in an effort to
"take the tune somewhere"
i suppose.
though i suppose i was taking the tune to pov's house
wasn't i.

it got kind of meddled so i stopped.
but i got the good part.

my hope is that as foundation
devin can then evaluate,
elaborate,
extrapolate
something
musical out of it
that,
when played during a viewing
might just induce some kind of
mediation,
concentration or
infestation of
mood,
emotion
and
or
anything that
dwells deep within.

the inexplicable.
i suppose.

twisted back and bad dreams from couch cradled lifestyle bumming burritos not much longer then on to real game

im back in the warehouse.
placed an ikea table top onto a
not ikea
table and it looks very
very
nice.
computer whats-its
and clothing strewn about make it a homely place
save for nowhere to sit.

*just got a call...ive got a job.

But soon:

*Couch from mom
*Chair from Devin
*Table from Jenna

then we'll sit long into the night wrapped in blankets with bottles of wine (red) listening to the rain and admiring the shadows cast from the street lamp outside the third
window to the
left

then, the next day, we
shall start
to get control over

out_of_control

the first post begins with the title, the first post

im not getting any internships at any fancy design firms any time soon.

but that is ok. too much responsibility. too many chains.

instead im not going to collect my payment for a freelance graphic design job i
kind of did
for someone i
kind of know.

instead im buying my first cup of coffee in weeks, if not months
with my
very
own
birthday
money.

i have no where to live. but im not homeless

i could go sand base boards at the house of the dads fiancé.

but im not going to do that either.

instead we're going to sit here and drink as much coffee as we can handle.
because we paid for it. then we're going to go bum a cigarette.
because we quit smoking.


again.