Muni bong. The sun contemplating self has arrived,
its big long cloud is my damnedest mirrors. Treasure
Island slightly windy. Tonight Jamaica Pond and
a fang-reading after buying a hearse. Dinner with a
Connecticut Yankee. I have no time to myself not
poking at all. Mulch kinda funny. Nice uncomf
ortable boats in the bay. Such a nice BankBoston.
Mortgage more lifespan into each poem. We’ll see.
Got color and spoke. No more time for me too loose.
