I took my first Seattle girlfriend there on late August evening. My senses were as spidery as completing the dawn's early shift. We skedaddles by way of the U&I, now displaced with modern antique good for plasticine. A hint of Korean War ring bells, Anchor steam, a climb up James Cherry Madison, back down, around and through the alley's gate.

It was a masked man, elephantitis bong bong. Soloflex, a potter's wheel, Bachian with 'nads one will say. She held a gaze, a warmth carckle of light, an end of train. That baby's got back, flashing and smacking, swap this Tutenkhamen. Retire nears me Retire nears. We are together in Rapainted Vans and for trips across the country rhythm. Stack the silo djembe, stacked it with natural bleed, dribble down the formican swing set. End it with a world record haze. Snap gone. Flip off the contract. Lights. Brung up tim.e slow whipassand finiToe aciod swith xspick flipperingtiang totaotto do di totto. tasa..u.

...what a bunch of moronic music-journalist BABBLE...