town grackles busy building nests. One just flew across my view with some straw in its beak...

Well couldn't the bird be of another name? Possibly...

From the forenoon...And yesterday makes me think of a fast fade. For example the bus returning from Wasted Acres...To the terminal,is it still called GTC?

Left my cap on the bus right in the seat alongside me...A bad deal,I feel
badly since Elaine gave it to me...
5:30pm

Walk by Walgreen's store northacross 13th Avenue: the large redlettered sign...Something also different at the Holiday Inn site too.
 So I was almost falling asleep on the bus and this added to the blame about forgetting the cap,damn it...

On starting Quo Vadis: a stalemate I think describes my current pause...all the same it is surprising to open a book like this.

 

our fascination with names...
making money by this sleight of hand...
global markets...
dinky results...
and then he organizes a company,
Slouches united. Never heard of it before...

Generals they say read escape novels,Eisenhower would read
westerns for instance; to escape the profound anxieties of war
you could take up science fiction or futuristic fantasy.

 My current situation often resembles a confusion between our side of the Alantic and the shores of Europe...And by the way my special form
of prose owes its shape to that Merry old England business. I suppose I could have a few more quarters of English history,but did I have the time?

 

save it for a major occasion,then use it in nearfullmeasure,try to shift down the gear as well...

  Goodness,your badness,
         all these
            excuses!

   The asylums of paranormal parenthesis, moreover coasting should be the sensible choice...

   Verzeichnisse (in memory of Gunther Grass...

   Selecting a periodical because 
 you had to fill in the page...Doing a jig whatever
 a jig might look like....
     
                Across the street
                  a young guy
                   the chin I think,
                  goes forward
                     quite jive,
                     he sings (to himself)

 

a repeat: gungho for sweets...Losing a few notable but faddish words,but I'm not complaining; phrases too. Crossing over styx.
I admit this last act could be pseudo prolific,in my search for a 
bonus promo; besides the evolutionary crashcourse of  the information superhighway permits a decodification,a queer thing to have occured
during these last thirty years...

Of course I didn't come on line until the second half of this period...
1985 I spent working at a warehouse,more or less part-time. In 86 I
worked almost fulltime...

The Xfactor and the thrilling story of Mister Compound Slovar...

Inherited messages in glorious graphemes. Nevertheless the real deal shows us that a never mind would be closer to the idea archaically set up in advance,after all farther back than two hundred years proves to be a sketchy territory.  (For me). Actually the numbers,the decades,the
imposition of calculated endurance embody the field and advancing civil
improvements...But UC UC they ought to erased...

One of several exceptional incidents
of April 10th...(it'll be no hyperday,but
take this example: folkmoot,to be truthful,
this one has fallen out just once on me,
or seems that; of course it is an academic
invention,right?