Wednesday May 21 2014

Franck Bohbot.[i]

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Downstairs in the dining room – it's morning time – lumps of coal are heating up on a book shelf – I snack on a few lumps of coal; it's crunchy and ashy.

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Waking up around 1 p.m.

Ana sends me a message telling me about a dream she had involving an attack of mini scorpions at an airport and her body being covered in a red powder—I was there but I couldn't help.

Wheat Flakes and Berry Cobbler Granola with Almond Milk.

Business. Communication.


Peanut Butter and Raspberry Jam Sandwich. Baked Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea. Banana.

I've pasted a scripture about patience and anger on the dashboard of my car, "Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools." I'm hoping this will help calm me down when dealing with rage on the road—I'm not trying to be a fool.

At the Seatack Rec Center playing basketball.


Playing piano.

Roman-Grecco Pizza from Trader Joe's. Spinach Salad with Tomato and Northern Beans.

Watching Game 2 of the NBA playoffs for the Spurs Vs the Thunder.

PB&J Chocolate Bar.

Catching up on writing.

Ana comes over after hanging out at a friend's place off Indian River. I redesigned an area in my room near the closet and set up a piano. While we examine the scorpion dream she had I fiddle on the piano—playing a repetitive melodic trill. 

"This is what my life sounds like right now." I change the subject to something slightly more serious and introspective. "I'm living in a fugue state—stuck in the same chord and melody—on the verge of a progression but nothing ever changes. Sometimes I feel my life is stagnant. I feel like I'm never building up to anything."

Not too long after that I turn down the lights to create a sexual anticipation that was already there to begin with – using the computer chair as a prop and location. This one's good. We were both going through withdrawal.

While brushing our teeth in the bathroom, to which we always make a game out of, I urinate in the toilet. Noticing a double stream, which happens on occasion.

"You ever seen a double stream before?" I ask.

She turns her head around and witnesses the double stream.

"Oh my god!" she says. "I've never seen that before. My life has changed."

Later on while lying in bed I play some of the videos I recorded tonight secretly, one of them while we were having sex.

Her: "What is that?"

She really has no idea at first until we start to hear the moaning sounds. In reaction to the sight of her behind she says, "It looks like a balloon!"

Sleep around 3:30 a.m.

[i] Franck Bohbot.

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