!The adventurous style
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agk's diary
22 January 2023 @ 13:00 UTC
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written on GPD Win 1 via PuTTY in vi
in first daughter's room before church
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Last night I dreamed in the adventurous style. In
one dream I chose to pace or chase a well-outfitted
boat in a skirtless kayak down a treacherous river.
I'm not a skilled kayaker. It was harrowing. Bully
pride didn't sink my boat! I caromed, flew down
narrow waterfalls, met my astonished counterparty
as they disembarked.
Then I was with an aging Genesis P-Orridge, I guess
after Lady Jaye died. Gen was playing a show in my
medium-size deindustrialized dream-city. Someone was
scheming against Gen, a Professor Moriarty type. Gen
and I kissed briefly: still got some of that sex
magick!
To escape a bad situation, I caused a gas explosion
in the basement of the mostly gutted 19th-century
downtown hotel where Gen roomed. The antagonist
escaped to counterbomb us, rendering the hotel
obviously structurally unsound.
Scared, uninjured, we went "undercover" to the club
where Gen was to play. How can one be undercover
with a mouth full of golds and that much plastic
surgery? We met a friend of Gen's; they kissed deep
and passionate. We reflected on the tragedy of
rock-and-roll legends forgotten while still alive.
* * *
Before sleep I walked an hour in the dusk holding
first daughter in my arms to sit just outside the
fence and watch pigs eat at their Smidley. She'd
been talking a lot about pigs, so we reverently
went to see them.
People stopped minivans to offer us rides. One of
many reasons we don't like to walk next to roads.
When I turned one offer down, driver demanded,
"What church do you go to?" ("Uh, First Christian,
downtown...?") before driving off.
