#128

look who it is going in the studio thats the public trust i heard them before girl they tight like a baby butthole nice and groovy bootylicious like beyonce who i hear got one in the oven no doubt from jay that fertile mothafucka talk about a groove i bet they rock nice between them sheets in their ten cajillion dollar house in greenpoint i mean when is that sex tape gonna hit the internet i would be all over that shit like breading on kfc i bet you they film all sortsa crazy shit on that camcorder i bet you they do it in the studio she all sucking him off while he lays down that track and even while hes writing the words hell i would do that shit for real i dont care if its gay or not his shit would be all deep in my esophagus and id be like what and hed all be like what and then hed lay down some wicked shit like you never heard all open minded and gay friendly and shit yo that would be the shit for real and im totally down jay if you read this its on man i aint fucking with you or any such shit you can find me in the blue van parked by them warehouses right by the gowanus canal and shit

#127

funny set up all down and out in los angeles with nothing but hitch 22 between me and this side of paradise and a plastic cup with milk drying in a ring at the bottom and too expensive eyeglasses on top of a thesaurus which is on top of a dictionary which is on top of a clipboard upon which are clipped snippets of short stories and song ideas and le mepris by jean luc godard inches away needing to be returned to the video store and a powerbook g4 in front of me playing ray charles through itunes and a brother brand typewriter in the back left corner of this brand new wooden fold out table and on my lap is a black and white speckled notebook upon which i am scribbling words with a blue pilot inkpen which i grip with my thumb and index finger and middle finger while i enjoy my bare arms with my tanktop on and the warm white light cutting through the window in front of me and shining onto my old black guitar case on the floor to the left of my ass which sits on a beige metal chair like one might find in a middle school teachers break room

#126

california lonely like only california can be freeways and big skies and the ocean and wide boulevards and dry heat all good places for closeness and comfort disappear and evaporate into nothingness leaving me alone and lonesome with no friends and a mexican eightball buzz just the way i like it not unhappy but very very alone with my mind and my ideas and trying to punch a hole in my fingertips to let some bloody ideas out onto the page and into the world but the dry peace of la taking me down slamming my wet brain into the dust of this western eden where all is possible but so many sins are committed every second that even god cant keep count nor does he need to because what could he do with the tally but retch at his dismal design while his chilluns bask in the sun like lizard freaks and spend poor peoples salaries on dinner and the fool immigrants in east la eat rice and beans and send extra pesos back south wondering if the horror of their northern migration was worth the lousy payoff rice and beans california lonely like only california can be

#125

taking it hard in new york city where the streets are burning my soles and the weather is hot and the girls are pretty and they are starting to show some skin and i am starting to fall in love on a daily basis with a different girl it is the damn weather i tell you it is the pollen i tell you it is the fact that i have a penis i tell you oh god i need to get out of this bacchanal city before i take it too far with some floozy that took advantage of a surge in my hormones or before i drink and smoke myself into some gnarly oblivion with nothing left behind but a strange little movie and an even stranger collection of journalism and an oddball selection of unproduced screenplays that have as yet resisted garnering an agent or manager and just sit there on my shelf like some ugly little art project i was too scared to show anyone but the truth is that i have just been to pansy about the whole thing and i have refused to be cocky and arrogant enough to get my scripts in the hands of the studio brass who can make the damn things into movies with stars and big budgets and all so it is time to get cocky and shove it down some throats