looks like the weekend is over (pt. 3)...

Sleepytowne gets sleepier and sleepier. it rained a lot lately but for some reason dehydration seems to be the main battle. A friend of mine mentioned his fix on suduko-mania ...working over a month on one extra-difficult jam...each night before the zombie plunge into the pillow...didn't manage one number, but i managed to sleep instantly. so its really not about the puzzle. its about timing. kind of like now when i am technically not on the clock, but i am doing things one would call work...i would call it work, but i am not on the clock, so i call it 'getting things done'. distractions and alternative titling...clocks and awareness...i have to organise some keys...keys to fictional doors...physically real but true to a grey fiction, the real kind...the kind which is really there. i just put this hat on.



steak and eggs...the lull and silence...if it were only a good figure and always like this...thinking about photorealistic painting after drinking a redbull cola...schlunzen...take the video projector back to jon...tomorrow...hustling, because if i hustle i can have a hot shower afterwards...it is cold here...54°...gonna go into the 40's tonight. so i will hustle to keep warm, then have a hot shower, eat a steak, watch the movie 'russian roulette' ...oh yeah. first though, working. clearing out a great room filled with wood and more wood. it is a truly great room and i am sorry to clear it, but i must. clearing this room will give me a clearer conscious. Involtini Primavera!



...anyhow it is a room about to disappear. once cleared it will not be there anymore.
pity. the birds will have it back. it's a bird-breeding place in real life for this kind of bird...the Blaumeise. half hour more and it will be Zeit für Burger.

railroaded body, the adrenaline pump starts sputtering and i am 1/2 of what i could be.
thats life in sleepytowne. the big weekend is over. got to prep for the next big one which takes place here...not sleepytowne.