Low volume high frequency trauma space, I’m gonna kick tomorrow, never worrying about paying or even how much I owed. Probably I was disrespectful toward the cult of fake joy or motherhood or something and the price jes hadda be paid. Whatever the mechanism really was, and we’ll never know, the clerk said she checked out on the same day as I wrote that last thing in the text chain.

I went back and studied and I can’t see the controversy in it, but that shit ain’t up to me.

Also, another day with the tax lady and her endless reserves of bad news (she’s gonna start tomorrow), but then too I took the old truck that cost eight percent of what she wished it did all the way through the gate for the very first time. Shot some scraps in the endless wind and the scattery pellets of snow, and put them up behind the paywall for the few that haven’t got around to quitting yet.

Robert: Janey was lovely; She was the queen of my nights.

Bruce: Hazy Davy got really hurt. He ran into the lake in just his socks and his shirt. Me and crazy Janey’s makin’ love in the dirt …

The physics say that these two Janeys are the same identical one, but different from the Jane of Addiction.

I want ’em if they want me.

I found myself alone.

At some mile marker I
didn’t even notice going by
there was of a sudden
nothing left to burn

nothing left to prove