Today
I woke up in Yonkers at 10 AM having gone to bed at 5...my body was naturally shooting and shocking with crazo surges i couldn't explain, or maybe i kind of could, or will just attribute to a general feeling of electricity. i sang along with lady saw videos and admired my shocking post-konkrete Jungle afro, which looked very dramatic paired with slept-on black eyestuff. and i was reeling and pissing myself with my furry orange bearded roommate while he fixed himself cereal and shot the shit with me. then i started doing the dishes with a certain zeal and freestyling to myself, hence laughing to myself like a goony bird but I didn't care how crazy that sounded to anyone.
Then I got in my car and drove, slowed at the bridge cause they make you give them five dollars, then drove to exit 36 off the long island expressway cause that's where my mother works, she manages a designer boutique in the plein-air rich people mall. and she gave me a C note because i am between paychecks and thus must take handouts. Then I called Angela who was essentially like "lets hang out...oh wait i have to hang out with alex sutton. let's hang out later...oh wait i have to hang out with alex sutton till tomorrow and also tomorrow and the next day." and i aint slave to her schedule, of raping up alex suttons crotch and time and leaving my own crotch and time un-angela'd.
But its ok i got mad high with amie and we had an amazing day full of psychic moon ESP and occurrances. Such as simply sitting in downtown Port Jefferson by the ugly gold eagle statue "in rememberance of 9/11" smoking weeds from the cigarette bat and eating klonopins and drinking iced coffee with mocha while she let me put vitamin E oil in her hair.
Then wandering down the dock, a venezuelan poet man approached me whilst i was sunning myself and thinking about you, hence smiling with my eyes closed and legs crossed sitting with my back against the dock post and he said, it is rare in the state of new york to see someone so at peace. and i was already enthralled by his existence even before he started speaking with terrific passion from an educated place, telling stories of his life's journey and telling us what's good about Neruda and also about how he needed to hire a stewardess because hes a global chef on that world-exploring ship right there and the stewardesses get to go around the world with full health coverage and benefits. now mind you i am normally very mistrustful of middle aged men coming up to me and speaking, but he was negative 50 percent creepy (a huge compliment which i did bestow unto him later.) anyway when i said i couldnt be a world-traveling stewardess cause id JUST paid for an education in poetry he all but hocked up and spat a wonderful poem with so much energy i died and was staring smiling up in the sun like an idiot just soaking him in. he said you must be a very old soul and i said, when i was born a west indian nurse told my parents "this child...this child has been here before." he said he wasn't surprised.
On the way back on the dock i was so hyped i was talking FACE but amie said she didn't mind; and she doesn't mind ever because she is queen of klonopin and so chill, i can chatter all i want. Then we drove to our old high school, where we met in 2001 when i was 16 and she was 17, and it looked and smelled the same...and i spotted myself in the Class of 2002 group photo (I was blond and smiling naively) and also my name on the engraved plaques for who won the Art award each year. We were really incredulous to be in this memory-loaded place...and I said, remember how they'd sell us Otis Spunkmeyer cookies, and they had the all-brown ones and the ones with just macadamia? and we passed the very classroom where we met, which was Sociology, with Mr. Fiorelli because everyone is Italian, and we went in the cafeteria and stole a brilliant bright green poster saying "GOTTA GET SOME...OTIS SPUNKMEYER COOKIES" and depicting a black kid with dreads hugging a giant chocolate chip cookie. We rolled it up and walked out with it past some cursing spitting children on bikes. That's all I remember, and later I remember chatting with Sexy Lexy the miniscule tan girl who works in the pizzeria that's the nucleus of my town.
And that was Today
The end !
Then I got in my car and drove, slowed at the bridge cause they make you give them five dollars, then drove to exit 36 off the long island expressway cause that's where my mother works, she manages a designer boutique in the plein-air rich people mall. and she gave me a C note because i am between paychecks and thus must take handouts. Then I called Angela who was essentially like "lets hang out...oh wait i have to hang out with alex sutton. let's hang out later...oh wait i have to hang out with alex sutton till tomorrow and also tomorrow and the next day." and i aint slave to her schedule, of raping up alex suttons crotch and time and leaving my own crotch and time un-angela'd.
But its ok i got mad high with amie and we had an amazing day full of psychic moon ESP and occurrances. Such as simply sitting in downtown Port Jefferson by the ugly gold eagle statue "in rememberance of 9/11" smoking weeds from the cigarette bat and eating klonopins and drinking iced coffee with mocha while she let me put vitamin E oil in her hair.
Then wandering down the dock, a venezuelan poet man approached me whilst i was sunning myself and thinking about you, hence smiling with my eyes closed and legs crossed sitting with my back against the dock post and he said, it is rare in the state of new york to see someone so at peace. and i was already enthralled by his existence even before he started speaking with terrific passion from an educated place, telling stories of his life's journey and telling us what's good about Neruda and also about how he needed to hire a stewardess because hes a global chef on that world-exploring ship right there and the stewardesses get to go around the world with full health coverage and benefits. now mind you i am normally very mistrustful of middle aged men coming up to me and speaking, but he was negative 50 percent creepy (a huge compliment which i did bestow unto him later.) anyway when i said i couldnt be a world-traveling stewardess cause id JUST paid for an education in poetry he all but hocked up and spat a wonderful poem with so much energy i died and was staring smiling up in the sun like an idiot just soaking him in. he said you must be a very old soul and i said, when i was born a west indian nurse told my parents "this child...this child has been here before." he said he wasn't surprised.
On the way back on the dock i was so hyped i was talking FACE but amie said she didn't mind; and she doesn't mind ever because she is queen of klonopin and so chill, i can chatter all i want. Then we drove to our old high school, where we met in 2001 when i was 16 and she was 17, and it looked and smelled the same...and i spotted myself in the Class of 2002 group photo (I was blond and smiling naively) and also my name on the engraved plaques for who won the Art award each year. We were really incredulous to be in this memory-loaded place...and I said, remember how they'd sell us Otis Spunkmeyer cookies, and they had the all-brown ones and the ones with just macadamia? and we passed the very classroom where we met, which was Sociology, with Mr. Fiorelli because everyone is Italian, and we went in the cafeteria and stole a brilliant bright green poster saying "GOTTA GET SOME...OTIS SPUNKMEYER COOKIES" and depicting a black kid with dreads hugging a giant chocolate chip cookie. We rolled it up and walked out with it past some cursing spitting children on bikes. That's all I remember, and later I remember chatting with Sexy Lexy the miniscule tan girl who works in the pizzeria that's the nucleus of my town.
And that was Today
The end !