it was a game he liked to play
he thought he only liked playing
it when he was able to sit down with a book and opening it randomly write down whatever
words or sentence his eyes fell on
Burroughs taught him the
game
cut–ups
and Burroughs was taught the technique
by Brion Gysin who he befriended in Tangier Gysin wasnt from Tangierhe wasnt Tangierian though mebbe Tangerine some
people remind us of fruit Ohgo on Pearshaped he had buddies who cravedadorned
pearshaped women To each his own
he digressed
although he paid attention to his
digressions
they were marker posts Frosts The Roads Not Taken I took the one less traveled it didnt matter if he got "lost" people he eventually met knew where they were so he wasnt ever really lost
they were marker posts Frosts The Roads Not Taken I took the one less traveled it didnt matter if he got "lost" people he eventually met knew where they were so he wasnt ever really lost
when digressing he
wasnt discreet
not secretiveno
and there was nothing either he gained being discrete he was
purposefully loud bumbledwas willful to draw attention to himself so he could learn
where he had come down
like a childs toy colouredballoon
like a childs toy colouredballoon
being discrete wouldnt teach
him a thing and as curious as he was he was anxious no anxiety
to learn where he waswhere he found himself even if he hadnt meant to
be there
the game taught him that
then it was obvious hed waonder if he could change up the game see if he could improvise stoke its randomness
whenever he walked anywhere he
carried a cloth bag slung over his shoulder on its two cloth handles inside it was paper pens and usually three
or four books three or four books if he wasnt out for groceries he jumped between them as someone else might otherwise sit on a couch and channelsurf episode
over next
his next was walking and making
unrecorded cut-ups
the first several were
unremarkable unmemorable
then he read Your dreams
will not save you from the sun. followed by The Monument, the black monolith, I
am standing at Trinity Site.
some sun
vaporises a human being but not
before etching their shadow on stone
and lifting his eyesnever his
head crossing a street he saw on the sidewalk ahead of him a young man walking
towards him the young man was hedging to
the curb people would have to walk inside him Sorry buddy he thought then making the sidewalkcoming off the crosswalk he took the curb and acted asif he was reading
again appearing oblivious however he was shaken that his dreams wouldnt cast shade and save him from Trinitys annihilation
the young man recognised the
older man had taken the curbrecognised that he left him too much
room that the old man had taken the space between
him and the curb he relented although he didnt drift to the middle of the
sidewalk and rather would conspicuously
pass just off the older mans shoulder
he saw that the young man was
perchedthere was no other word for it he
was perched forward his upper body
seeming dislocated from his hips and legs leaning seeming ready to break into a run a run that would appear erraticperhaps spastic asif he was a built
cardboard puzzle whose pieces were illfitting hungloose and his symmetry warped
and turned
the young man was going to avoid
his eyes as sometimes particular women did nervously
it wasnt that they were avoiding
his glancehis nod they cast their eyes down they avoided everyones eyes something had happened they were unsettled uncomfortable afraid ashamed they were roads he wouldnt take not because he didnt want to but because those women wouldnt want him to perturbed he honored their discomfort
the young mans right shoulder
hung forwardnearly under his jaw
his big shapeshifting darkgreen
cotton polo had some emblem on its left breast he couldnt make it out everything wanted to advertise itself
the young man wore long black
baggy athletic shorts they ran beneath
his knees
given his perch his shoulderhis right leg lead his egress seemed to be a sideways stride like a suspicious crab encouraged not to go forward but escape preferring right but escapeno matter or even to momentarily rear and cower from a defensive position on his back that easily would be ruined rather than escaping
he could snap him up off his back
by his weak arm hidden in the shapeless sleeve and throw him over onto his face
No he thought
the young man didnt acknowledge his nod they passed inches apart anif someone from inside a car on the street looked they might have thought the two were going to run haplessly into each other
the young man his head down
the man reading a book
No he thought
the young man didnt acknowledge his nod they passed inches apart anif someone from inside a car on the street looked they might have thought the two were going to run haplessly into each other
the young man his head down
the man reading a book
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