Showing posts with label boston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boston. Show all posts

Sunday, March 17, 2019

spending time with beth nelson and having a great time, only tinges of some kind of sadness, that make us remember /talk about when she was depressed or wasn't herself when we weren't talking or hanging out, but she is bubbly and excited and fully herself and it seems like a long time ago that we ever weren't friends, we are walking around on a path almost like we're walking through a forest but could be more like we were walking through boston at night and there was no one around.


****two nights ago***
long time with sara silk being v cool to me but we are hanging out, big emptyish marble buildings, something with hamsters seemingly being dead and looking like the stretch armstrong banana all stretched out and then kind of snapping back together and coming back to life

Sunday, January 10, 2016

I guess I used to live in an apartment with jAck white's son, a young Anderson cooper, Paul fletcher and someone else... Frankas and I are moving into a new apartment with them. We will be sleeping in a loft bed. There are rabbits at least one and some kind of unheard of friendly chinchilla.

We get in the house first no are waiting for the others to show up. When jack white's son shows up he says Do you have a band still? And I say yah, do you? And he says ha. His band is called something weird like dreak house or du hops. We have to leave right as they all show up.

We are going to New York and I am packing and my mom is there. Not sure where we are.i don't do a great job. We are taking a train. I have a moped motorcycle, red and black. I am taking it o the train. Someone kind of like jack white's son but I guess not also has a motorcycle he takes on the train.

I lose my motorcycle and can't find it and think someone stole it. I am drinking beer outside the train. I am getting so upsets about the motorcycle. I got it for cheap and how could I get another one? I am distraught.

I looked behind a row of chairs at the end wall of the train car and the motorcycle is hidden behind there. Thank god. I feel bad for making such a scene.

We get to new york and go to Jonathan's. He keeps talking about how much he loves south station in new york because it goes from one side of Broadway to another street, canAl? I forget.

We go to his house and kitty and nemo zen are there. We go into a kitchen and nemo comes in with opened cat food in one. Can and piss in another. He says he doesn't know what to do with them or how to throw them away. It's gross. I mix the cat food into the piss. I'm upset that I'm even holding it.

Frankas is there in the kitchen. There is some Rexipe he keeps getting on the phone about. That we find in New York. 

We take the train back to Boston and when we get off Frankas has a bike locked up and I have the motorcycle. We ride along this empty backroad highway into Boston. It's beautiful out. There are some chimp like animals in a field to our left. Frankas throws something at them and they come up to us. Then a bus comes up behind us and slows down it doesn't see Frankas maybe. He pushes his body into the front windshield and it is stretchy and pushes in like a vinyl curtain. He does the same thing on the side.

Monday, December 28, 2015

night before last

night before last- i saw sara silk on the street in boston and went with her somewhere and was running into people i knew and we both knew, i was at some kind of art warehouse type thing that i think we were in control of, antonia there, other people, i think we were having some kind of event.

last night frankas dreamed we were being chased around by a corrupt cop and lawyer, inside, outside, and they were shooting at us. it culminated at a liquor store we must have gone in and the cop and lawyer showed up and then frankas woke up. we did not get shot. before that he dreamt we were moving carly's furniture and there were all these bed bugs that came out and he was trying to kill the bed bugs.

Monday, September 9, 2013

Talking to Cliff Peacock. We are on some kind of cruise ship that seems like the beginning of college and turns into Thanksgiving at parts. I am sitting at a table and Cliff is talking to some people and being funny and I'm listening. Then we are in some kind of studio, I have workup against one wall and some kid in the class is looking at it and asking about it. A disney pixar movie starts playing and one of the studio areas is curtained and roped off. When I go by its a hospital room and maybe the whole things a hospital too. When I'm not with Cliff it turns to Thanksgiving and I'm in the sun room and Kenny is talking about how many glasses of wine my mom has had as if 3 or more is a good sign. Lots of people are in the sunroom, little Michael. When I pass Cliff again its by a staircase and I ask him something about how things are going because hes been joking around and seems like things are going well but somethings wrong, he says something that seems like he's paying to get his child out of jail or something. We sit down facing each other and I notice hes gotten a long facial tattoo going from his right ear horizontally across his face kind of like a fish hook but hes not Cliff quite in the moment he's almost someone else. We are sitting on the top of the bleacher seats looking out to the edge where we can see the city of boston, tops of buildings and we watch them crumble and roll under the edge of the horizon.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

october 24th 2009

I think I am living with Sarah Lyle and my parents. I try to sleep with Barack Obama but I soon realize he will not sleep with me even if he wanted to because it could mess stuff up for him. I regret him having become president, somehow I have played a hand in his election. Then Sarah has some boyfriend and I want her to go to the grocery store so I can tell him I love him, I am pretty sure we love each other. However somehow I end up going to the grocery store with Sarah which is in boston in the prudential center. It is the middle of winter and very cold. When I get there I forget if we have driven or not. I really don't want to take the T home.