she was short, cute and diminutive. we were casual friends. i told her goodbye in the cafeteria. we would probably see each other that night. the chef was talking to someone i knew. just small talk. i interrupted. he told me about the evening meal. it sounded very appetizing and sort of elaborate. one dish had a local sauce. he was keeping it local. i mentioned the girl. she had just left. he knew who she was. her father was a supervisor out at the nuclear facility. i joked: they are low on uranium. i am going to pick up some, but i will be back later to eat. we were near the high school sports stadium. (te deum) i started my car. it coughed but then started ok. i was glad. i had not been driving again long. i knew what it was like to have a stalled car. a short line of cars approached. they headed around the curve. no problem for me at all. i had told the chef somewhat personally, you know, she called me. that's how it started. it is good to have some women around. then i saw a fight starting...a drunk cowboy and a longhaired hippie?. it was nasty. i got out of there at once.
transcribed with some difficulty from mss. could easily contain errors.
my dreams. (streaming dreaming) it's sort of like what anna hartmann said about my acid trips, they're so carefully structured. yes, i replied, but i am not the one doing the structuring. i leave that up to God.
Horseneck (acushnet
golf ball size hail
scattered over the
driving range
fibber mcghee
fiber my algae
doctor my eyes
good doctrine
la grave field
i'm on a roll a
savannah roll
savanorolla said
francoise mitterand
enjoying a rothschild
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