novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- acoustic autistic mysticisms when i was smaller and more dylsexic i confused "autistic" with "acoustic" it is not so large a distinction, actually. both are fragments of other things, notes played not plugged in. i drive jeffrey to and from school each day. he turns up micheal jackson and grunts when i should turn right. bounces up and down repeating "shee! shee!" because he had fun in speech therapy today. "jeffrey, are we going the right way?" "yeth." "jeffrey, do you like micheal jackson?" no answer. "jeffrey, fasten your seatbelt. do you know who micheal jackson is?" the seatbelt clicks. he reaches for the knob and turns the radio up louder. pyt. tlc. he just knows what he likes. 5:49 pm - 03.14.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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