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24 April 2019> Resieved + put together our Schwinn elliptical today... 1 of the more challenging "some assembly required" items we've assembled (b-sides the Sole elliptical from Italian instructions last marzo). Seeing the Schwinn logo was like a whiff of play-doh... my 1° bikes as a littler kid were Schwinns. What Ls? Sold sum shitty wire-frame shelves to a hoarder in a mini-van otherwise no bites on the fancier stuff, guess we need to lower prices tho we aint in no hurry cuz we can use most of the stuff til our shipment arrives. The dining room closet where the shelves was is bare now, adding an extra 20" x 103" = 14' sq ft alcove to our dining room.
25 April> Last night we were at sum podunk dive on a far away island in somewhere like Mexico or Thailand, we wanted to get to an even more reclusive camp, or glamp, on the other end but couldn't get a taxi. Chiara Barzini was there saying it was ez, but the driver she aksed shrugged + said he was occupado (he was just sitting there shooting the shit w/ his friends). We saw a taxi outside but on closer inspection it was in a ditch burnt out, and we said, "now there's a drug deal gone bad." Above the meter it said Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico so we said something to the guy standing next to it, that we used to live there + he said, "no soy de allí, soy de otra parte." We pregrunted if he knew of a taxi + he said he could take us to 1. He had this beat-up black skinny car shaped like a coffin, must of bin a hearst driver. There was a wireframe skeleton decorated w/ lights under the dashboard + a gun pointed at the skeleton's crotch, like that's how he died + the camera captured him in this position of death (like Pompeii victims or Jerri Blank's dad in Strangers With Candy) + the driver left the corpse + gun there as a souvenir. We aksed if he'd take us to this far away resort glamp, but he said his car was no good. He was taking us thru some muddy abandoned lot, looked like a mining site, w/ cows + then a herd of baboon... our bedder-½ was starting to get worried. Finally we got to a more civilized hotel, we aksed the clerk there but he said there were no taxis, but we suspected he was saying this cuz we weren't staying there. We thought we should at least tip the guy who drove us there (tho our bedder-½ said he was driving that way anyway, no skin off his chieken), but when we went up to him, he became a woman cop + we only realized this as we put our arm around him/her to thank him for driving us. She smiled at us like she thought we was hitting on her. She was stocky + round + u could barely tell she was a woman. So then we were debating what to do, wether to just stay at this more silivized plaze.
26 April> 2 girls were being executed, we forget for what or who the girls were (weave bin rewatching The Leftovers, so maybe the girls were modeled after Justin Theroux's dotter + her saucy friend). We was meant to witness the execution, don't know why... me + this other guy were journihilists. There were 2 executioners w/ rifles + a 5th person in the room that never said nutting, a shadowy figure. At 1st me + this other journihilist were off to the side at an angle where we couldn't see the girls, just the guys shooting. But we were afraid the bullets would ricochet or blood would splatter so we went behind the executioners. Both the girls were wearing bikini bottoms + T-shirts. The other journihilists was into it, excited cuz he'd never witnessed an execution before. I din't want to see it tho so was gonna close my eyes, but i could still see + the blonde girl was saying i shouldn't witness this + said "Derek can see! Derek can see!" + got all hysterical, like she was more concerned about me seeing her executed then her being executed. The guards were very professional + said exceptions couldn't be made, that this needed to be done. But cuz she went into hysterics, we had to wait til the temperature got back to 15° C + now it was 20° C. I turned my back + buried my head in my arms as the temperature dropped. I heard 1 gun fire. Then heard the other gun cock + then fire. I could hear sounds like bodies slumping over, gurgling. The other journihilist was giving us the play by play of what happened, that they were shot in the stomach + suffering, bleeding a lot. I started to cry, at 1st ashamed cuz we were sposed to be professional + all dat, but then i figgered that if u didn't cry u weren't humun.
28 April> Dint have nada to dream last nite, or the nite b4, knot dat we can record anyhow. Had a bout of vertigo yesterday afternoon, for a few hours all we cod due was lay dare thinking we was dying, wondering if we had brain cancer or sum psycho-sinpathetic risponse (our mother is on her deth bed + perhaps we're in d-Nile of dat, not to menshun the stress of this move). If we stood up our head spun, if we laid down + closed our eyes our cabeza gyrated in darknest. When it happend last week in Arlington we thought maybe it was from Claritin, so we stopped taking dat + also stopped taking Advil for our sholder (we're a mess rite now). Our right ear is also back to ringing + baysickly deaf in dat ear, so we got to wondering if we gots Ménière’s sindrome, but any hippochondriac w/ google can self-die-agnose themselves w/ virtually whatever day wand. Allergies probly got sumping to do w/ hit + surely don't help to drink, or at least the sauce masks it... all those times we felt hungover when we'd only had 2 drinks makes us wonder if it was really this all along? Like perhaps the vertigal bout back in 2012 (again, the usefoolness of this hear journull for refrence sake)(... tho seams never did we menshunn the ear problems we started to halve last year except this post where we refeered to 'em as voices we herd in our noggin... guess dat's the problem when we dont rite in concise lenguage dat we can go back + search, w/ agreed upon terms + spilling.)
+ Craigslist just ain't what it used to be, mostly scammers w/ weird names wondering if they can pay w/ certified check + send movers to pick up the stuff for them. Or regular folk that just want shit for free or next to nada. Utter than dat shopping around for lights + blinds + whatnot on Inurnet + sending samples to our bedder-½... probly like that scene in Lost in Translation, where our bedder-½ is Bill Murray wondering for the life of her what the hell all these interior decorating samples her casalingo is sending her gots to do w/ anything.
29 April> Din't have nada to dream last night, not much to sleep neither. Still feeling dizzy + nauseous, generally in a fog, not sure what's wrong w/ us. Yesterday walked to Georgetown to look at shades, thru Dunbarton Oaks on the trails we use to run. DC is perty no doubt about dat, don't have to go to far before u sorta feel like you're in "nature." Pass within an armslength of deer + they don't even run away from u. Saw "Judi Densch," dat homeless lady we used to always see sitting on the same bench, still sitting on the same bench after all these years, her hair a little whiter + longer (was buzz-cut last time we saw her). She had her hand down her pants playing w/ herself, laughing + smiling. Sum kids were playing on the grass in front of her. Lots of dogs. Walking thru the hoods, a NYer might say it's kinda sterile, but on the other hand it's quiet sivilized, clean, sorta like an uber-modern city, millenials zipping around on scooters, zebra X-ings dat cars actually obey + sidewalks... a nice change from Rome where walking around u risk instant death or dismemberment at any moment. Every 1 hear mellow + friendly, smell of pot smoke + flowers + mulch.
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