05 June 2019

Lord . . . I’m torn! Every morning I wake up and I

think I’ll pack it in and
buy a pick-up
take it down to LA
find a place to call my own
and try to fix up
start a brand neeewww day

(lol)

. . . and, yeah! I really do think that. Why not, you know? The doomsday cult and the Berlin wasteland are waiting for me, but I keep hearing this god damn voice in the center of my brain telling me to go down to Los Angeles first. Because once I leave and go across the water I’m never going to live in the United States again. And so knowing this about myself, it makes me want to SOAK IT ALL UP while I still can, cuz see, I very much love California. And what would I do down there in LA? I could do a whole lot. Hell, I know so many people in LA. Shit is open at 3 am, for god’s sake, and there are tons of crappy dive bars and cool bowling alleys. Everything is stupid and the people are terrible and nothing makes sense. I love it, Jerry!! Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what is was all about . . . and when it really starts to kill me, which is most certainly will if I let it, I can split for the motherland. Yes? I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure it out!!

THE WOMAN I’M THINKING OF
SHE LOVED ME ALL UP
BUT I’M SO DOWWWNNN TODAY
SHE’S SO FINE SHE’S IN MY MIND
I HEAR HER CALLLLING

(lol bye)