  DUDE! i feel like throwing a wrapped turkey around a grocery store. actually, i feel like stealing a turkey and throwing it off the roof of a building. i should do that when i get to arizona. wait, turkeys don't fly. maybe tofurkey does.
f*ing las vegas is DRRTY, have i mentioned that already? everywhere you go it reeks of piss. and there's trash everywhere. not just trash though, ancient remnants of articles of trash with caked-on desert claydirt ...dirty trash. all those apocalyptic dreams i used to have has lead me to this particular juncture of time and space. which accessorizes the feeling that all of the possible kinds of histories i could have lived would have all lead up to this point.
which in turn&nbsp;means that the rest of the history i make is completely and utterly up to me. &nbsp; sweet. &nbsp; i went bike riding today and got caught in a big thunderstorm. it was nice. it made me want to find the ocean to jump in and cleanse myself. the air got cleaner.
which meant that the color of the water in the curbstreams ranged from a coffee-saturated&nbsp;urine to a deep dark thick lager. &nbsp; cancer is going good. chemotherapy. funtimes. my mom said some lady crapped herself in the chemo clinic. wow, wish i was there.
tony got 2 hours of chemo, came home feeling like a champ so he ate a bunch of food too fast and threw it up into the kitchen sink cuz it got caught in his esophagus. they fed him a ton of anti-nausea meds with the chemo so at least he's not puking because of that as well. woo-hoo. poetry in motion. remember that. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
