he wrote earlier this month that things come in threes

three cut-ups  this is #2

he also asked a question of Millers Tropic of Cancer 

                                                        What is tomorrow?

--  supposing the timid little rabbit

--  is an enameled sign, in perfect shape

--  like a helpless wretch

--  What a pain in the ass!

--  he tried to nourish me with ideas

--  things flowed

--  a glass of beer or a cup of coffee

--  Lollypops!

--  as he concluded his speech a whore gave us the eye

--  grinding grist for that paradise which is always a wet dream

--  I let him spill it out

--  to conceive of a paradise without

--  the sun setting

--  the tears streaming down her face

--  for one hundred years or more

Twosday,  2  6. 09                                                                                                                        1244,  Monday,  14  9. 20