Virgo 23° (September 14)
Day Thirty Two E.D.A.N.O.W.W. Clams, Tofu, Rice. Do I think I’m being healthy or something having this sort of thing as a dinner out. It was delicious I must say and I look forward to returning there next year. Right now I have to reel myself in. So as I keep on keeping on, working my way through the old written words, chucking most of it in the trash, finding a few diamonds in the rough, I am reminded of the enormity of this undertaking. I need to be clever and cut myself more slack than I normally would. I’m going to stay up tonight and get stoned and just keep writing until I can’t write anymore. There are tons and tons of files, real and virtual, from which to draw. And I just need to keep this thing afloat as best I can do. There is no reason why I shouldn’t so so. No reason at all. What is strange is that, now, on Boxing Day, I am filling in these gaps and the first round of material I am working from dates back to the first time she left me. In many ways I wish I wouldn’t have fought it then. However none of the amazing good stuff that has happened since would have happened, but niether would the terrible stuff. And who is to say, that, instead of trying to build a career for two I would have been much better without the heavy thigh slung over me. Perhaps I would have continued my acting career or my journalistic career. All I know now is that it isn’t too late. I must keep forging on. Through this slog, the plough in the mountains. That title was always going to come into play no matter what. Four pages a day. I could start tomorrow and have enough material to fill any number of Blagues; but I told myself this is the best way to do it.
It’s not that I’m not gonna take it anymore
I’m no longer able . I’ve evolved out of it
Just do it. Get conscious. Don’t worry.
You did it. The message made me mutiny.
I was down I was dark
On the road to know where
The smell of curos
Was sweet summer sex
I’d have them stop and stair,
fall down stairs. fall asleep with drink in my hand
Because I didn’t know myself
I moved around then came to town
With an attitude problem deluxe muline the click of my heels
Was shiny and sharp
I’d pull things out and roll around
And send faxes to glitter flatter and backstab
All for I did not like myself
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