Imitation by Inversion

But somehow, ti all goes on... and Tuesday comes with a freshly printed paper, jumbo-coke and perfect weather tingling on my cheeks through these techno-color frames. And Vienna waltzes buried souls and scrapbooks in my ears.

Things seem fresh today. My turning stomach, pounding head and swollen eyes fade into the beauty of the day with the dust and age of routine.

And I press my moistened lips together, polished with democracy. And my irresponsibility increases, but some would say that it's "only rebellion." Speaking of which-- that is playing in Lehman on Thursday.

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Anyway, I was interrupted by a passerby. In "diatonic" right now and incredibly bitter about it. Going to the Sherill Milnes master class today!!! I can't wait! There is crazy noise coming form outside-- whooping and the ring of metallic chimes... yes, Spring is here in Africa.

I was invited to Africa yesterday by three men selling ten dollar watches... Maybe I should have gone... Maybe I should have said "yes."

Anyway, the lie on Saturday and my flowered heart bother me because even in revolt, I long for their truth... But what is the truth can no be said... and my maroon-ringed eyes strike the glass lid of this coffin and beg for someone to un-bury me. But at the same time, I fear the trauma in their eyes at realizing the corpse I have become... Someone should just sell my soul to "Unsolved Mysteries" and put me on the Discovery Channel as a living "zombie." But scared flesh is never enough to bother anyone by my white knight and my pained memory...

Still, the satisfaction it supplied has got to be worth it...

And at least I found my small gray pack on the nightstand... not to be explained away as a disguised gilette...

And I'm still sick sick sick of this class... I will give anything to speed this past Thursday and pray that I pass.

"The danger is that the music will lose its sense of direction." "Imitation is an option."

And a slight reminder of my headache is creeping back... The coke (a-cola) can only last me so long...

And I want to sleep on a corduroy mattress. (God, I wish I knew ho w to spell and add).

"Imitation by inversion--where the contour is preserved by it is upside down."--THAT is a brilliant explanation for what has happened! Imitation by inversion! With my own contour preserved, of course!

I am getting more and more tired... to tired to write with 45 minutes to go before I go fill out my visa papers...

So, I'll close for now...I'm pretty sure I'll be back.