8:97) chris abraham 27-JAN-98 13:06

phlegm. yellow sometimes, clear. usually the color of what i just drank. morning's oj, the cafe au lait. this is an irish story, it doesn't have a happy ending. my great grandma read tea leaves. she was blind. described to me as a jigging oracle, reading leaves before the dark and listening to 78s on the record player late unto her twilight. i have faced my deamons, i am sure that's more than many of you can say. we work along the same roads now, the low road, the high road, and I don't know if the point of the game is to exorcise but to cohabitate. been told the deamons are self. reading a book on seth. seth. seth.

"irish catholic boys from RC school are rife with just a host of delicious hand up hung up fuck up and amen"

Hope wrote, "'And this one?' she asks, and idly traces the faint white mark on his forehead, with the gentlest of fingertips,' and I could feel the finger. The fingertip, the tenderest pad of sworls.

The vortex, the complex. the tampex. being told how much the period can hurt, how the woman is hit up for $250/month while men are charged but $103. That's what my insurance charts say.

in saint petersburg, babuska would approach holly and beg her, child, to get off the ground, get off the cement child, the cold rock -- it kills the womb, it injurs the uterus.

a land that treats woman. women are not men with breasts, boys. can they not be equal if they aren't? hat only equal if men with breasts?

expand.

my copy of _ulysses_ was signed by the poor trinket salesman in county galway. important to me. galway kinnell was named after galways and i love james joyce so it all seemed to fit like pieces to a cliche.

dunn, judge. county mayo, county cork. the high street, dublin. the darned green busses in dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty...

"no nay never no nay never no more..."

some of these irish pub, who's meme took hold in Baltimore and Houston St long before they arrived here, are more irish than ireland; some of the french cafe's here are more french than in france. some say, french baguette: gone to merde.

merde. ) Re

divine grace. my most important concept at the moment.

divine grace or just grace i muse upon it as a romantic thinking it will fix everything.

to be graceful to have grace in word and touch and response and tongue.

divine grace as came to amy in chasing amy, so I am told in a nyt review.

director smith says he is "really into jesus."

Hope said, "I wonder, sometimes, at the power of this remembering, this taking the ancient grudge out of your pocket every so often to pet it a bit."

yes.

i was told my a wise man: always forgive, never forget.

The body flails; the uterus spasms; the labia are pink or painted with stick; the cigarette burn still shows the phlegm is page the work is easy the tongue is green and there are odd warts in back and the auckland chinese herbal doctor told me i am strong and there is luck there because one day i will not be so strong and i will be taken by the power of my ignored fevers.