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10/19/2005: "tour 2005 - solo"

SEPTEMBER 19 2005
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Status: The current crumble


After a 5 hour layover in los angeles, lax, it feels like I have already flown a full day.

Starting point was Tucson. Temperature was 99 degrees.
Fall was in the air. Sounds funny to you, but it was there.

Now I am currently housed in row 38

By the sheer odds of too much air travel, I have been allocated an entire row on this 12 hour flight.

It’s a sand bar now.

4 seats all jammed with clutter muck. Mine.


I am headed to new Zealand.

That already makes no sense to me.

I have been sought out.

So I am going there.

When I tell whoever has already been there, they always react the same way: dramatic pause, light sigh, eyes a glisten, then the utterance in slight sacred mode;
“ you will love it there….. “

ok

I am going.

Then I am supposed to head to Australia, followed by japan.


What can I tell you so far ?
I can reveal only the tenacity of the sheer idea.

I am in the only row on this 747 with no windows.

So it adds nicely to the notion that I am not going anywhere at all.

Sand bar 38 ….seat G

Being at LAX for 5 hours was diminishing.

An odd missingness of the cozy clamor and clatter of scatter land back home

Amazing how such opposites kick like that.

Sick of home one minute, then home sick the next

What is wrong with me

?

the next phenomenon will be the eye moistening up at the in-flight flicks. Why this happens is still a mystery. But it comes into play with every overseas flight. Something happens up here. The lack of gravity, maybe, has its way with the juices. I get weirdly overwhelmed by crap sentiment. Tears form. What the hell ?

anyhow… ‘monsters in law’ is on at the moment, I have to turn it off. It is just too moving. ‘house of wax’ is actually on another channel, but I remember how it upset amy and Jessica (exceptional neighboring unclettes) and will attempt to boycott.

Ok

The aussie flight attendants are already winning me over

They are the proper measure of stature and relaxed form

Good thing

I feel old in a way….but not that way

I feel possessed by an old ghost who suffered greatly on a splintered boat crossing the atlantic coming to America.

I like it when it makes no sense like that.

But I am soggy with this ghost’s emotional baggage

Ok then

I will attempt to dissuade it to ride along any further…it better he/she gets off about here anyway…. Miles above the pacific, in a dark shift of the globe, barely visible to the passing arc of angles or graze of outer special glint

We are but a piece of lint in the pocket of whatever is happening next

I hope


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- Song:
Suckin melatonin
Work’s not gonna happen
I’m just gonna phone in
sure does stop the moanin

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sleep came easily

stretched out the entire row.
First good sleep on a plane in years, or ever.

Now it almost 5 am here
We are landing
Az time is almost 10 am…yesterday
Speaker might have just said it is 18 degrees celcius outside
Will have to ignore that
It is now a day ahead into the future:
SEPTEMBER 21 2005