Sunday, October 28, 2007


Stowed away on a cargo train out of the city with Menino in attendance. It's the quid pro quo. I shot his bully, now he feels beholden to some thing I made him promise. Can't remember what it was. I'm just going to curl here in the back of this wagon, amongst the peeling plastic wrap and bits of discarded packaging, trying to predict the lurch in my stomach when we hit the points and skew of badly maintained rail so that I won't vomit peas and carrots.

dream-state Fusel reappearance

Running a lot on empty - the nasty diet here in Toswania is not either nice nor sustaining - mainly carrots, cauliflower and peas in some fucked up yellow gravy, with rice, with fried flat bread. And it makes me shit through the eye of a needle. Eating from street-vendors, who tend big pans of slowly warmed Escherichia Coli (which I think means weird perspectives up your anus - castrosphinctus), which they will ladle into bread spoons you eat too, hot yellow mucus sauce dripping over your hands. That's not good, and given I'm still reeling from the serious psychoactives I was given as part of my re-alignment in the stalag-ghraib, I'm not so happy now. Staggering, actually. And still not over Menino's playground assassination contract.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Friday, October 19, 2007

Shot the fucker through the eye

Which, Menino tells me, has some kind of symmetry.

He dragged me into the agora, and I am still dazed and fairly blind, and pointed out a midget that he wanted me to kill. So I do it, because Menino has found a way of attracting this midget fucker up a toxic alley.

But I'm just lowering my smoking gun and, perhaps for the first time since the ditch, am focussing on what is ongoing in the happening situation, and the midget clears to be another small boy.

That breaks me completely.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Fusel arithmetic

Seriously blocked on this now, the plot has got holes

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Ginger's journal contains a map

So Menino tells me on the way to the Agora.

Got to say, I'm circumspect about this particular expedition, I mean I stick out like a tall white man. Surely.

"No," says Menino, "lots of sex tourists in the Agora."

I am both reassured and offended by this.

Fractional decisions

when added together make a whole one.

I've been in a daze since I escaped from the hole, and Menino has been good to me. When I woke up, he'd cleaned the blood and bits of skull and brain off the gun I stole, and laid it by my side. So when I woke up with a start, and gripped my hand tight and finding no metal there, it only took a moment to be reassured.

He says we should go to the Agora (market) soon, because he needs some stuff, and he feels safer if I'm there.

This makes me feel good.

But, I've come to a conclusion, I can't keep on having things decided for me - the incremental descent has to stop, and so I have to, at some point, think of a plan and act on it.

Or, fuck it, I'll just see what happens.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

pineapple happenstance

and electricity synchronicity

Good phrases one and each. Just got grammared by a couple of lairy sentences in an alley.

symmetry in visitor

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Monday, October 01, 2007

ipod touch

i'm writing this on my iPod touch in landscape mode. It's not that easy so far, but the auto-correction feature is very helpful. Think I could get uses to this, very slick.