"Polyester Broad"
          ?? or Bride?
I'm in love 
                    with this woman
          singing on Iowa Public Television
no clue who she is.
It is "bride"
Whatever.
Now what about the integration of humanity
                                        into the cosmos?
Do we really need Rambo?                     WGN?
No -- 
          fuck TV 
                    fuck Woodstock '99
                                        riot coverage.
All I need
          is Taoist Zen Born again Christian Pagan Bad ass Zeal
and my dog.
                    Now, that's integration,
          damn, this girl is cute. 
 
 

August 1, noon

My car is packed.
Dog (Garcia) too nervous for his own good,
                    insane, knows I'm leaving, unable to understand
he's coming, too. (I've left him twice and now he's paranoid)
Or maybe he knows he's going and doesn't want to . . .
                    addicted to tapioca pudding, soft serve ice cream, yogurt, T-bones, and whatever else my parents gave him when I was in the Summer Writing Program.
I don't think he wants to leave.
                                                  Tough shit
                                        in 16 hours (4:AM)
we're on the road.
No more Waterloo spoils,
                                        back to the life as a pet of a starving artist.
Although, I don't plan on any starving
                    and Garcia isn't a pet . . . 

Well, work something out.