Shhhh.

Shh.
Don't say anything.
If you make a sound, you won't be able to hear that thing you could hear if you don't make a sound.
So don't make a sound.
Be quiet.
Shh.

here we are

whiskey poured.  pirsig in hand.  Okay, so it's just beer, and it's in a can, but hell- you can't tell the difference.  time for less smoke intake, and more books.  apparently these guys out there makin synthesizers are experimenting with sub-bass frequencies.  i like this.  notes so low they make the ground shake but you can't actually hear them.. you have to hear them with your toeses.  peed in public today on the ualr campus.  find my blog and arrest me for that.

let's go to mexico

I knew that I couldn't hold my shit.  I went anyway because, let's face it, who in the hell would have passed up that opportunity?  I spat up, and you ignored it.  I bled greasy on your dress, and you let it be.  Jesus, you are willing to put up with a lot.  Then I spilled my shit all over the floor, and it was messy.  You hardly said anything about it, but I knew.  I'm not stupid.  Instead of yelling at me to clean it up, you kept silent until I had reorganized everything on my own.  Now I know what to do, I fuck for sport, but it's not everything.  But I am talking less, and listening more.  And even you are talking more.

You are my friend.