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DREAM: I’ve joined a special underground group including members from my old church and some new faces. We get together and conduct these inspirational meetings. Discovering that some of us have telekinetic abilities. I notice mine late in the game. But it only works when three of the people with the power are in the room. We practice moving objects and even each other’s bodies. It’s all very surreal and causing us to laugh. At some point I’m stirring a big pot of split pea soup that’s cooking on the range. I’m frustrated because the individual ingredients are not mixing in and stay clumped together. Later, I observe a timid girl on a bike with rolls of toilet paper strapped on the back being ridiculed by her pimp, who happens to be Chris Rock. It’s understood she hustles the rolls on the street but hasn’t been keeping up the pace. I pull her off to the side and escort into the big van where another friend of mine is waiting. Chris Rock, and another woman understood to have pimp status, follow us and are confused by what’s happening...
Chris Rock: “What are you going to do with her?”
Woman: “Yeah, what are you doing with her?”
I completely disregard their questions and shut the sliding door of the van. I talk with the timid girl and present an invitation to save her from the streets...
Me: “Do you want to join our group?”
Girl: “What does your group do exactly?”
Before I even answer she seems to already know a little bit about it.
Me: “Well, we move expensive possessions like diamonds...”
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Me: “Everybody has a gift in the group. What’s your gift?”
She opens up her jaw revealing vampire teeth.
Later, I’m alone in a room attempting to flip open an Adbusters magazine with my mind. There’s supposed to be two other telekinetic persons here in order for this to happen but I give it a go anyway. I point my index finger at it, focusing intently, but meditating on a spiritual level. It works! The front page flips open. It felt like God had moved through me so I thank him out loud...
“God is so cool!”
Waking up at 9:30 a.m. and quickly dropping Margot’s car at the shop then back to bed.
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Awakening again around 11:30 a.m.
Egg and Cheese English Muffin. Orange Juice. Zinc (50 mg).
Vaginasaurs rehearsal at Stephanie’s house.
Peanut Butter Sandwich. Quaker Cheddar Cheese Rice Snacks. Honey Green Tea.
Margot convinces me to join her at Target. We peruse items that interest her like underwear, hair bands, nail polish, and whitening strips for teeth.
We’re done in this section and she calls to me, “C’mon babe.”
Me: “[Hehe] I feel like a dog at your side.”
I make the rapid breathing sound that dogs do as a joke.
Her: “You’re being weird.”
We leave with about $60 less in her bank account.
She reacts to the insane amount of money she just lost, “I just spent $60 at Target!”
Me: “I tried to help you with that.”
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Seeing her to the car. I can’t help but saying, “I’ve gotta crush on you.”
Some Chocolate Yellow Cake with Coconut Milk.
Anthony’s in San Diego and sends me a text quoting some San Diegans, “You lived in that house in Virginia with all those people and the nanny where they get live and trash the place like 4 times a week?! That’s so sick!”
As well we received another postcard from him. I decide to compile all of them into a mobile hanger.
It’s possible clipping one’s toenails is the most unenjoyable responsibility of hygiene.
Leftover Lentils and Rice with Broccoli, Kale, and Onions. I placed sliced Tomatoes in it over night to relieve the spiciness of the habanero. It worked.
At Elliott’s house. He dubbed split cassettes for The Vaginasaurs and You’re Jovian. As he finishes up the stencil job for the covers I notice a resemblance, “Sometimes Elliott, you remind me of the guy from Eraserhead.”
Then to Margot’s for some quality time and a slam-bam-thank-you-mam sex session.
After filling up the tank I hit the road for Richmond at 12:20 a.m.
I got in touch with my friend Jane, whom I haven’t seen in over five years, to let me sleep on her couch. I’ve never really written about her as a character in my life until now. So there’s a lot to cover and a lot to catch up on. I’m somewhat nervous because we kind of had a falling out, and it’s mostly my fault I suppose as I was going through a wild transitional phase attempting to cleanse myself from a dying relationship (and Margot wasn’t even in the picture at this point).
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Eating Popcorn and an Apple.
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Listening to funky trip-hop most of the way.
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Arriving at 2 a.m. After ten minutes of hunting for a parking spot I find one on Broad Street and grab my stuff. I walk down West Marshall. There she is off in the distance waving hysterically and emitting a quick sound of glee. Before I even approach I can’t control myself from laughing, laughing because of this sporadic reunion. We hug.
Jane: “Hey!”
Me: “Hey. It’s been like a century.”
There’s no time to really talk because she has to wake up in a few hours for work. I settle down on the sleeper couch. A cuddly cat joins me while I drift off to sleep at 2:30 a.m.
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