Thursday, April 12, 2007

PUNK versus postmodernism: WALDO #19


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Searching for ennui, an old crime; searching for bordum. I found myself thinking about death; Wayne and his dead body. Great guy. Band and a big building and a dead body and now he said a loft, but not in so-ho, west side, below Delancy. Really nice neighborhood, or nice if you want to get stabbed at midnight leaving a party. Might even find some more dead bodies. The perfect memory to trail after you like a ploom of cigarette smoke as you made your way through the day job all week wondering, why am I doing this. I regularly, one or twice a year, made the great gesture, new resume and slides; send the novel out, and then I’d drift down to ground zero, new friends like Wayne out to drag everyone down. Shadow of negligence.

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