the mist, talking to her cousin - avoiding my look - she was very pretty, an auraglowed about her - orgy came up to me and explained, "i just want to make sure you weren't dragonagents. this is sharontateland - made famous only by her death, kill leighanna and she will not by so shy anymore, and her paleskin and deadeyes would be so beautiful." - and i was shocked - leighanna left, orgy continued, "don't you understand? like the monk wakened by bells, she shall rise, and will fall in love with the first person she sees." - she turned to watch an explosion in the featureless background - "lisa is the bowl, and poured into her you did. understand the s.c.u.m. death makes angels of us all, jim morrison - remember - and it's teh psychicfriendsnetwork and the angel that is valerie solanis - she's unhappy with the bitch she was when she started s.c.u.m. - it's warhol, she said. - but kill her easily, or yr karma will be just as much of an enemy." - she faded out and so did life.
we crashed so hard , we cried tears of air, too tired to produce tears. and we curled up, so we wouldn't have to hold ourselves up. and we went to sleep with headaches. and then we woke with headaches - o god. i heard music, the happy sunshine way too bright i looked for the music, getting up. spinning - spinning - nausea. o god. well i walked towards the slidingglassdoors, opened and heared the radio of the guy in the apartment across the alley, the end of a song - "we are the class of '69" --- "hey, alright. how is everybody out there? i'm taking the ninth caller for some tickets to a cool los angelos concert starting now" - and he played a song "why do you build me up, buttercup baby just to let me down." and i remembered only one conversation from last night "this is sharontateland - kill leighanna." --- quite bizarre. hallucinating a couple of people i know so little about - i took a shower, at first it was too hot, then i turned down the hot - and it was way too cold. i froze and fried. i got out of the shower - and lisa went in - silent now - conversation - and so, i got some cornflake with sugar. and she came out of the shower an di'm looking at the map, looking for island street, i remembered that, but o well, so she ate the rest of my soggy cornflakes, much sweeter that her coffee. and so i can't find an island street. and there was one - a street named "island st." - quite lucky, i must say. ad i followed the G6 on the street listing to the G6 on the map, and i saw that island street was crossing mulberry street. and so, i pointed, lisa looked - we were out the door - headaches bursting by the hotsun. but, we got to the street, via bruiseplasma - and walked along the street, seeing a sexshop by the name of "brother jim's" - so we went inside, lisa being looked up and down by various customers and workers, like she was lunch. so - we look around - a bottle of heartshaped pills reading 'eat me'. and - behold, in all its wonderous glory - PFN - spanishfly powder. coming over the radio in a backroom. "i'm going down to shoot my old lady, i caught her messing round with another man." and there a salesclerk
