and lieghanna whispered to orgy - orgy said to wendy, "is that all?" --- and wendy said "yes - that's fine." so wendy pulled a new audiotape out of the recorder and gave it to us --- "it's a copy of the descrambled message." --- "thanks." Lisa said, possibly she forgot we didn't have a tapeplayer. but i said thanks to wendy, bye to orgy and lieghanna. leighanna was, i saw, whispering to orgy as lisa and i went out the door. so it was off to the bruiseplasma train, when wendy(walter) came out of the dq door - grabbed my shoulder - "wait." --- i turned, and he asked me for our numbers, for any new updates - he said --- so lisa gave it to him, and he said goodnight --- which we returned and we hopped on the bruiseplasma train, i watched the graffiti floating by thinking back to the 666 midi earwig scrambler method, and the message - lisa carried the tape in her pocket - i could see she was thinking about it too - her eyes blinking and opening with the graffiti clock tics. of course, this wasn't under the incest royal grounds of the tv maypole on dr seuss street, but the animation of graffiti was wroth a try. so i tried it - nothing, just blurred images, racing by lights flashing with pipes of underseament earthworm humanvein, mainline injection of fullpower anodyne - relieving pain of the upper world - the godfish, top - flight elite swimmers, skimming the surface. and this punker i saw at the library offers me a bag - "buttercups, man - $5 - st anthony's turnip- blowing - great painkiller, eat up." so, lisa wasted a bit of money on this guy's drugs. what a mother she'll be dead before our baby's born retarded. so - we get home, easy, seeing teh apartment as decadent as everyday - but home, just the same, nonetheless, so it's been a day, immediately lisa puts this st anthony's turnip thing in a pot, boiling it - and she drinks a cup of it, i guess she went sailing somewhere, leaving this cementpond, for a liquidsky. venice in the springtime. o god, she came down hours later - and passed out - hitting a level lower than sleep. i panicked, her breath was irregular - i got the ammonia, poured a capfull and waved it under her nose - she jumped, hitting her head on the floor - eyes wide. "headache" she said. "headache." we both fell asleep, giving way to the most horrid dream all love in vein
