Stream of consciousness, river of shit.

I get up, gotta get out,

having my place cleaned today.

Need to straighten up, stack stuff, make way.

I stack CDs, computer disks, receipts, unpaid bills.

Move to the next room: Damn, there's more to stack.

I begin to get grumpy. 

I throw something across the room.

I cuss, now I'm pissed at all my little stacks, sitting silent, so mindlessly.

They look at me with fear, they wonder which of them will be next to fly.

Cleaners arrive, the stacks are relieved.  They rejoice by sitting silently.

What now?

Get my hair cut.

I sit, no shampoo.

She says "How much to take off?"

I say "1 inch"

She says "It will spike"

I say "Fine"

snip, snip.

She says "Just Caesar, or share?"

I say "What?"

She says "Caesar only?"

I say "What (the fuck) do you mean, "Caesar"?"

She says "Cut with scissors only, or use shear?"

I say "Oh, shear's fine too."

snip, snip.

She says "I'm half Vietnamese, half American, but I look Mexican."

I say, "I'm half Sicilian, half German, but I look Asian."

She laughs.

I think, with this interracial mixture, it's amazing I trust her with those

scissors, and she trusts me to sit here patiently, waiting for spikes.

If only things could be this way with the rest of the world more often.

snip, snip.

She finishes, I pay for my spikes.

Driving off, I realize I need music, and that only my own will do. 

And I need coffee, which always helps me to make sense of my music.

03/15/01