bought a jew’s harp. should you be near me during boring times, you will probably hear a lot of this: ~~~ boing. boiiiing boing. boiinoiiinoiiinn g. boingboingboingboingboingboing. ~~~ not to be confused with the didge, which i still need to acquire, it sounds like this: ~~~ wvowvowvowvowvowvowvowvo wvo wuh wuh wvo wvoing wvoing wvoooo wvho vwoing ~~~

need to figure out out to play them both at the same time.

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went to san francisco to jodi’s house for party. fun, so much that i miss the last train home. slept on their futon: more comfortable, actually, than mine. at some point (after i wake up very thirsty, i think) i dream of a walk on a little road with a woman. the trees and grass are the most fantastic shade of green i have ever seen, something like sunset or that strange orange light that comes right before a thunderstorm combined with the brilliant green of brand new leaves. i fell down in the grass and stayed there, looking at it, there on the side of the road. i think she tried to knock me into the ditch. i stay there in the hopes that she’ll join me and see it. i think she did.