Anthony Grand asked for a dollar

Had a long talk with Paula today. I was glad to see her; her health appears to have improved lately, and I so hope that is true. We didn't talk about her health. She has a new index of possibilities: she is smart, content, and even happy, despite chosing to live with the danger. Her choice is to live with her love in full awareness of the risks. It is an informed decision, we agreed, that manifests her faith. We were afraid, in hindsight, that newbies who heard her story might misconstrue her choice as naïve or as validating their uninformed choices to live with danger, as if we had power over it. Paula is a beautiful person, strong despite her health, full of willingness and faith. I wish her all the best, and I look forward to talking again.

Lauri is happy. Lauri wants Brian to be happy. Brian wants to be happy. I want Lauri to be happy, and Brian too. I was happy again. It will all happen, give it time, a little love; things go like this. Is the devil in the paint of my red guitar?

The neighbors are having their daily sex right now. She's rather loud about it, theatrical even. My goodness gracious! They're young carnivores, bless their hearts.

Ripping David Sylvian's Alchemy - An Index of Possibilities. The genre is listed as "unclassifiable".

The Grand Lake was flat tonight, although the movie was thrilling and entertaining. Spock and Uhura are hot. The organ bellowed against hollow walls and the back of heads. Row mates were happy to have me take the isle seat, even shook my hand. It was dark. I cried every 10 minutes just for 10 seconds. I was alone, no one else was there. A big empty room full of people. Spock and Uhura, young carnivores.

I ate too much junk today. High quality junk, but junk. The latke with salsa, the bagel, the chocolate pavé, the pizza. Ugh my skin is too tight.


Anthony Grand asked for a dollar tonight. My question is What do I want?