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The Vortex
A morning of shopping and apharensis awaits! I try to alternate arms to avoid scarring, but suspect I'll end up with track marks just the same. The whole process only becomes disturbing when the orderlies start making jokes about becoming "addicted" to the "sticking". Otherwise, everyone is very nice, and the secretaries offer you packets of saltines and koolaid.
Shopping List: soymilk, bottle of odwalla (Future Chai, if possible), orange juice, disposable camera with which to document my tattoos, tailcoat, and hirsuteness.
Postscript to rollerblading wipe-out: My knee has full flex and the side of my shin is almost a normal color. The only problem is that I have lost feeling at the footward edge of my patella; an area about the size of a quarter. On the bright side, when and if I ever eat dirt again, I probably won't feel it.
About 9 months ago, I broke up with my now ex-girlfriend and resolved never to have sex again unless I was compelled to by an overwhelming feeling of Yes. Funny how when you get what you want, there's always a catch. Sucked into this Vortex of Yes, I expect to produce at least one disgusting confessional poem which may or may not contain the phrase "kitty-pronging".
I wonder if that dirty old man at the duckpond mistook me for a young Asian boy down on his luck, in lax knee socks and holey running shorts. If he did, I'll take it as a compliment.
Excerpt from Denise Levertov's Song For A Dark Voice:
Wake the violincellos of Lebanon,
rub the bows with cedar resin,
wake the Tundra horsemen
to hunt tigers.
last modified May 29, 2002 at 7:46
It's a novel experience when one is properly hydrated. The grape koolaid leaves much to be desired, however. Overall, a good way of monitering one's own weight, pulse rate, and blood pressure on the sly.
I've never done that apheresis jive. Just regular whole juice vampirism. Is it fun? Getting all the hip style of track marks without the expense and hassle of heroin addiction sounds like a hell of a bargain. What flavor koolaid'd you have?
{heart jumps at the mention of the camera}
Re: Patella-Pounding -- Ow.
Better than the Gortex of Vex, I always say. Um... uh... heh... k... ki...*kitty-pronging*?! {swallows nervously}
Damn dirty old men at the duckpond... {mutters} they get all the thrills.
You quoted her before, right? The poem about far-off places and memory. I've never heard of her. Tell me 'bout her.
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