29.8.11

Meeting a subjectively sematic verified, post-humous Brautigan (r).

I feel I overdid the disclaimers in the title, so i''ll skip reservations of formality.  SO STUFFY.  my computer will not accept lower case letters on this keyboard; i must scream this blog against other socio-cultural-technological reservations regarding conventions of blog crap and the screaming of all caps, ooooh the screaming.  google voice says i had a nice weekend; oooooh.  


I will now cue 2:40 and on of "exit music (for a film); radiohead-ok computer." heh..

Last night i am subjective jodi reality positive i met richard brautigan in a dream.  this is no kind of sexual "praise the lord that maaaan came to me in a dream" kind of thing,  just saying.  it was no kafka.  but i am sure i met hi,m because it was a strange man with long hair (and i commune in no way aesthetically with the hippie aesthetic)) in my dream who i didnt recognize and felt uneasy around until he proceeded to write an ianthe brautigan (his daughter) quote on a misplaced concrete wall alongside weeded over grassy knoll he stood in like dirty asparagus man, scrawling like a first grader his daughter's own words.

;ater in my dream i wanted to surf the pacific, so i did, despite fear of great whites and having no priot experience.  not wanting to let on the latter prementioned, i wandered on a beach and didnt know how to read the surf.