okay, well i have to start finishing up here. doens't it take me forever to say goodbye? this is why i will not fall in love like this. i just can't. man, the torture. oh, well, i just like my little house in mt.oliver.

hey, at dan's house, we looked up suncrest street on this thing called street, usa or something. and we looked up virginia and loloma. funny. i can't remeber what else was around there anymore.

hey, i haven't bathed or changed since i got here. i love that. but it is the woodstock way.

i do like it here i must say. and even amoung hippies there is the strange distance. this wall. maybe this is wildly necessery. or maybe it is just an aspect of being human.

more probable, it's just the backlash from living under constant survailence, starting with the mirror. there you go. it fractures your ego. so do pictures. movies. all of it. yes, water mirrored your reflection but you couldn't hang a pond over your bed, eh??

i knew it mattered somehow.

man i love this computer. man, this next man might really hate me. then a man who is real nice that i don't know but sounds so laid back. then up to either lowell mass or nova sotia. a new county. groovy. then to the doctressville where everyone will look at me like a um, pretty lesbian, you know? and then come back down, maybe through here or my moms or back to new york city if rob is cool. i have to do readings and radio and be interviewed and shit.

man, i look up from the computer screen than i'm writing this on and am suddenly reminded that i'm in a whole nother world. blue botte fulls of different grains. all kinds of stuff.

and i am never on the phone. i'm not on the phone much at home, either. man, it's a lot easier being so nice to people on the computer than in person. no, not really. it's a lot lot lot easier to be mean out here than kind. yep.

what else? well i'm going to have to go. we're going to go intertubing. i can't wait to splash around in the water

more later

kathy jo

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anyway, break.