danny

4:11 in the morning, still connected, smoking, writing. waiting.
listening to interpol, le mans, iron and wine, innocence mission, bob dylan, and the high fidelity soundtrack.
singing to stevie wonder. mostly everything from her.
waiting.
not tired at all. tomorrow i’m going to italian immigration (a.k.a. “la questura”, the police department)
big day, small day. they’ll tell me the same crap, i’ll remind them of the law, that i know almost by heart, oramai.
big day nonetheless.
a friend wished me luck, i wanted to tell her this isn’t about luck. this is karmic.
i’ll give my accelerated graphic card for an italian visa, and the hard drive for knowing how to play the guitar matrix-style (i mean with the floppy and the uploading)
i’ll then have to give my cd drive for a guitar to play.

starts sounding well, that thing of dissecting the computer and change each part for something else. at the end maybe i’ll get a very nice swell piece of some… real stuff.
and hours away of the computer.
hours away, bbbrrrrr!!! it makes me shiver just the mention of it.
computo ergo sum?
forse…
damn, my back hurts. i have to wake up at 7:30, in about tre ore, and it is going to be a fottuta lunga giornattaccia.
porcalaputtana,
ancora che aspetto qua.
beh, non c’e’
ormai meglio che me ne vada, no?
tanto non compare..
alla fine lo stesso, tanto online sara’ sempre online
e poi c’e’ l’ho sulla scrivania, non come vorrei, ma bella comunque.
perche bella e’!
d’altronde…
vo’ via
a domani,
stoca….

cazzi suoi…

This entry was posted on Saturday, August 2nd, 2003 at 22:27:01 and is filed under thoughts.