each time I reteach rose

today I showed her jodi.org

(from nick philip)
ohmygod you should show that to everyone
that totally makes me want to make a web page.

tonight a little high

immediately "contentious" combative questioning

doctor booty
college band - the science of funk

over a dozen pieces
and a crack at messianic narrative theme space travel culture discovery

hung and swung with denise
having met three generations of tenarios
the former two born in havana
lil' denise is from new jersey

man she moves
like it'd be nice
but um it's friendly comfortable
being with people outrageous sexy

she wears barely skirts and heels

how does she get her breasts to do that?
it's easier to put it aside for comfort

at least last night

a little high, a little sick.

two formative social contract choices

one,
dancing naked start
after much doctor booty

ain't no big thang,
real sweat hot late night nearly empty corner of the room
strip my booty suit and dance on

approached by aaron and octavio

flamboyant in their own right

in charge of party propriety
put on some clothes
people are leaving because they are offended

if I hadn't been carrying around the Tao and reading the i ching

for the last week or so,
I would have stood my right ground
told the prudes to show some tit

octavio - why you'd have to do this on parents weekend?

like there's any sober straight parents lingering at 2am

in this steamed post pubescent waste
octavio - it's a rule. you can't be naked inside.

if the party were outside, that's okay

sorry, but that's the rule.

certainly didn't redon my leotarjohns for those silly reasons

everyone offends somebody sometimes
not wanting to hurt feelings in the end.

convergance of many lessons

from buddhism, compassion

from george picking battles

from thich avoiding conflict

from tai chi flex over ridg
gives them less to talk about less to hate me for
less petty struggle for me to deal with

home way
whistling
I hear
steve steve
steeve steeeve
drunk asshole outside a crowded dark dorm

I gave a shhh
fuck you

shhhh!

people are trying to sleep!
fuck you
his voice intonated violence

I kept walking

heard the sound of glass breaking
fuck you fucking keep on walking fucker

I do not run

I reach my room

I call security

report a drunk caucasian male
asshole.

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