morning strains of fela
cochise virgo baby
5 yrs. rebecca shy
we're watching over the neighbor's dog tess that ephedra after dog shitting doorstep thought of luring out window into trouble with a steak and then later on that week the dog's out on the roof of it's own volition, ephedra had to help her down, amends made, they're friends
looking through "gypsy arab slut" black and white family photos of majestic pregnant magical ephedra.
peter's command center compaq pentium 75 with a scanner and digital video camera with steadycam LCD, a CDRom recorder
he got a grant to make an women with aids video
he's a media junkie - shows me adbusters, web master and i-web
like negroponte sez info about info more important never know where the next great URL will come from: national coalition for the homeless page activists oasis cyberanthro
I shared a deep old dream with ephedra
I haven't written about it yet, basically I'm in the red archie andrews jalopy under a jetson's car bubble in the dead center of the vastest ocean and before me swims the most massive horizon filling whale - awe and wonder and whemled, completely, I follow to a beach where I hung out in a cave with prehistoric man
she sez the whale is the resurrection of creativity
ocean borne recordkeeper
do I like to sing? make noise?
whale people make audible to find their voice.
on the road through stoop ville sandtown-winchesterwe stop by to visit camay his mom
headed for coppin state college
new jail, small ass windows
lingering in his office, post school students emptied, meeting random staff
he checks his overdue voice mail and deals with pending projects
I post for the day and post a picture I'd just taken
lunch late at the village grocer, even baltimore has it's own mini marin
where people in dreadlocks hang out over enlightened foods
why isn't everyone this healthy?
minority business enterprise magazine we stop bypeter is back in the sandtown-winchester, looking for student held keys to the media lab
they didn't run his last article - it was too personal.
nicole the 27 year old managing editor likes reading peter's writing best, cuz he's the most progressive writer she sees.
we set up her aol account to read web pages
peter wants her to see his picture
she jokes me what do I know about fly girls
she sez the baltimore fly girls have higher hair, longer nails than the philly fly girls
I never did get to ask her why.
car bound, I watch an emaciated looking boy wire thin on a cellular phone
I realize the last time I saw this many black faces around
I visited an all black public high school for a day from parker
weird to be in the minority
feeling a little naughty anxious voyeuristic riding in this truck through scoping the downpressed
taking pictures is that much worse folks is hanging outside this hot day on their stoops family portraits
after we do the tourist bureau that favour, we coast down to the industrial section of town
like philly, baltimore seems a post-industrial letdown abandoned machines warehouse carcasses trash strewn
don't let me give you the wrong impression about maryland
we're building two new statiums for $260 million dollars
on the way home, it's raining, he teaches me about football
a peter passion.
home walk in the rain to pizza
too expensive with any toppings, we eat it plain I let out a loud fart in the restaurant, he can't take me anywhere
home, cheese coma, he passes out
ephedra and I look over web pages,
she surfs fast and visual, reacting best to pictures
we discuss dreams and journeys
she dreamt about me last night,
peter said, she'll dream about you man, watch, it always comes true
she saw snakes going in and out of my palms, around my fingers
something to do with my wrists she kept thinking that at the time of the dream
maybe soon some hand/wrist trouble
could be as small as a paper cut
could be carpal tunnel,
pete had that until he took stinging nettles take stinging nettles
we look at my hands, left one is square, right rectangle - different thumbs, angle
each hand different, that's weird.
told her about larrymare, she recommends research - that day did someone die?