2001-07-24 - 11:34 p.m.

I met up with Del (of Deltron 3030/Hieroglyphics fame). He had a place in mind for us to go to - a hoppin' spot - some kind of adult oriented/amusement park/sci-fi themed extravaganza. (Can you think of a better representative for Del?)

We waited in line and purchased tickets. We headed first to the bohemian room. The air was thick with cigar smoke and incoherent semantical ramblings. A delightful combination.

Next on the list was the entertainment parlor - adult oriented, targeted for "quiet pleasures." We strapped on anti-gravity boots and proceeded to walk on the ceiling and walls. (note: the following is most likely physically impossible, but we're dealing with the dreamworld here...) The spaces in which the anti-gravity boots were used created a kind of vacuum, devoid of gravitational pull; so multicolored balls from the adjacent child playground were floating around and occasionally bumped into us. Minor inconvenience for such sci-fi themed entertainment!

Del disappeared. A few days seemed to have passed. This will later haunt me.

I'm at a drugstore. I wander around, noticing I'm holding a cake. I feel a strange obligation - but I don't know anything beyond the fact that I'm most likely helping someone by guarding the mousse-filled chocolate monstrosity. The thing was huge! I stumble outside, and lo and behold, run into Jay. He suggests that we go out and cause ruckus, like the good ol' days. I'd like to, but am unable to since I wield the infamous Cappuccino cake. I must stay and tend to its immense prowess! Jay, you understand! He did, yet bore a strange mask of insolence as he unpacked a... spoon! He slipped the protective dome off and sneaked in a few bites. What ingenuity!~ This unknown agent owed me a great deal for the burden I was putting upon myself. I, too, went for the gold. What joyous beauty!

Cut to the interior of the drugstore once again. The owner confronts me, but by now, the cake is quite lopsided and profoundly unattractive to the eye. What shame! I gave it up and walked off, head hung low..

I'm driving now. Nowhere. An endless horizon. Nihil. I pass by (with marked irreverence) the typically inflated adolescent street party. She was standing outside, possessing casual indifference as always. Great gods! Lend me this power!

Something hath changed; and by the gods, I had a renewed confidence. I called Her..... (amazingly she answered):

She: "Hello. I haven't heard from you lately."

He: "No."

She: "Well.. speak."

He: "I'd like to.. rekindle, perhaps tie up what was thrown to the wind." (or at least, this was my intention...)

She: "Oh of course. We owe each other that. Please, come over tomorrow."

He: "As always I apologise for burdening you. I love you."

My own, beloved Isis!

I call up X, of whose house the party was at:

Me: "There were a hell of a lot of people at your party."

X: "Oh, I left, I let them all use my house for whatever's needed. The same goes for my life and body."

Me: "Terrible."

I'm being chased. It's the Hieroglyphics crew! Those Oakland guys definitely don't fuck around. I call up Del, trying to sort things out. He wouldn't hear it.. apparently, in the intervening days, I had somehow betrayed him (?).

My heart's exploding. The end is nigh. oh dear god

(the alarm rings)

To L: My love for you knows no boundaries.