"Cigarettes and chocolate milk..."
A beautiful day. I am intoxicated with the beauty that is abundant. Fascination with newspaper fills the right hemisphere of my mind. At approximately 10:34 pm last night a strong urge to create a picture of Jean Dubuffet entered my soul. The impulse also commanded that I should use newspaper. It now rests on my windowsill.
When the robins sing in their quartet outside the window I hope that Jean Dubuffet enjoys their song of love.

"First shot Roger...tuning the fender guitar he hasn't played in a year"

"This won't tune"

"So we hear..."

The stero has become a shrine to Rent. Such a glorious musical. I am surrounded by a population of literature. A lovely place to be on with a soul as mine is today. Spaulding Gray is terribly beautiful. It is amazing that he could look at his "daily" life and or a span of time and rather than describing it he would simply account what happeneds from this humor and beauty is born.

The days are slipping into the chilled lake of autum and I am dancing on the dock.