Meeting Esther and Joanne in Lulu's

An evening vast and inky.
finally left the domain, where was home stir crazy, went to Kelly's and ran into Paul and Lacey, and 'Pops' the near blind old man, their friend. "Eat Eat!" Eat some of my Pecan pie! Eat more chicken" I was fed from the heaps of mad gourmet.

Went inside, no wireless, so did the old fashion best thing, "duh?" read Dylan Thomas and short stories of Borges.
was deeply moved by Dylan when he wrote "I liked to walk through the wet town after midnight, when the streets were deserted and the window lights out, alone and alive on the glistening tramlines in dead and empty High Street under the moon, gigantically sad in the damp streets by ghostly Ebenezer Chapel. And I never felt more a part of the remote and overpressing world, or more full of love and arrogance and pity and humility" And more I tossed myself into this leak of lamp of his.


Got a new red messenger bag.
i am going into a red thing now.

Wound up at Perg to meet Alice, as usual I can't find a flow in that little disgruntled cafe and the punk music was gritting on me.

knew i had to get to LuLu's for some reason walking all across pacific in the bare cold. (with a red coat to not give in to the impossible coldness)

and soon came and Joanne, my friend, and Esther, my new friend, with her unabashed spectacular fro. We loved each other, all three of us, and delighted in each other. We talked of God and the craziness we've come from, and the old ways we'd paper-sail to get to truth, a truth we could never fully bring home. and truth that took us ot dead-ends, the truth that makes one bitter. and realized. and the more the more the quenching we've all got. the banner that God makes us. The little ways and details of a God that will take us there. how mad cool. and i felt so mad cool with them and we were freaking out in LuLu's, all astir, and demonstrative for the Lord, making incomplete sentences starting "the Glory!" like a new revelation every time. and it's like that. not b/c we forget, but because He is never redundant. The faucets, going our hands up, her hair out. our delight, the people not lifting their eyes from the laptops. our hands on each others back, leaning in, mouths open agasp, sweetness, hearing each other, really reveling, reveling one another and relishing. stoked, so stoked. flood of stoked. and taken in, taken back. Fully satiating.
We said about when He returns, He will really be on us and the difference will be we won't be looking for Glory or worshiping, or praising him here and there, it will be that we are all dazzle. in the dazzle, all the time.