1980-01-04 - 1:38 a.m.

I sit partially lit sometime in January kind sky and laundry tic tocks away I'm without socks and underwear-

The instant beckons. I enjoy contacting longlost friends--

Friends ye all are.. Strong scent wafts to nostrils of some

Random sounds and tape upliftings from a room nearby

Let's spend all our time transcribing notes of clouds, and stay sickened in love