Zizou (11:30)

one word.  Dammit I should have started off with, "I have one word for you."  That would have been so much better, cause of the whole sounding of the word and all that and his name...well, you get it.  Okay—shut up. You sit back there and I'll sit here—okay.  I'm ready.  I have one—hey, where are you going?

What's with the beard, Isco?  What's with the beard?

Now, listen.  I know the difference between this time and the last times—well, there is none.  But, check it, "Decision without action..."  I heard this guy say it, and I immediately applied to my life and I got so excited that I immediately stopped listening to him and ran out to have a cigarette. Obviously, I was holding my trousers up.  Any time I have a riveting thought, I gotta have a suckmenow.  He went on to say other things, but I was outside looking through the glass at his lips move.  It was starting to rain, I liked the way the night enhanced the hue of the smoke around me.  That's when I knew, knew that I was cool.  I could see my reflection sort of—sortly, if you will—through the looking glass.  People think that's a mirror, but it just means the glass I was peering through.  How can glass be both transparent and the kind that stares back at you a handsome or broken figure?  But I guess now that I'm older, I understand, because today when I was looking at that bloke yapper on I saw both him and me.  Anyway, so I know what I 've done different so far from last time: nothing.  Boom!  

(dancing in underwear)

Alan's been listening to a lot of techno in my slab.  Sometimes I keep it on after he leaves.  But I know it.  And by knowing it, I know that I'm knowing it and making progress in my sentence.  So, it's not that my faith is bunk or tenuous, or based on emotionalism—fuck that!  I don't like people playing on my phone.  And then she asks you how many languages can you speak and you hear her mutter choice words outside of the room.  Without action, without putting in my part in our relationship, I can't reach full circle.  And then he sticks a thermometer in your mouth.  He mutters too. He says, action means the work.  Here, issues of laziness arise, ego—my thinking I'm special or unique or too broken brained and complex—fear of breaking ego, fear of losing the rhythm of this space. Now don't ask me too much more, because I don't...I don't...I don wanna have to do!  I don't wanna lose my groove.  

then help me clean this place!

I wanna suck yo face!

I shouldn't have said this.  I shouldn't have said any of this.  I should have played dumb...I should have played dumb—don't ask me anything else!  Okay, I'll tell you: my favorite Stallone movie is Cobra.  Scared me so much as a kid, my love!  Those guys are people killers!  Really made me want to have a Pepsi though, and cut my pizza with scissors.