post writin on phone, waiting for internet to make official - june 8th, 12.30-1.00 ante

so, here i sit, having read that semicolons are a bastards tool - im only a partial bastard; so, its admissable. in a bar drunk, sass'd, white bitch'd, hot as ever-living hell, hoping for a saxophonist. white bitches off bike lock keys in the bathroom as the door is attempted to be opened; "Sorry, we were fucking." splurted, what an excuse; white bitch on a bike lock key - protection from theft, i guess. almost out of tobacco, yet i feel i can sustain, excuse me, remain. "i cant believe you did that, shits crystal." (not what you think (totally what i think)) ambient psychedelia and a saxophonist (shes been mentioned) wailing, wail, whaling; expunge that Conscious ocean as if you were a Japo. yeah, racial slurs racial slurs. im told its 11.55 post on the 7th, but i am quite aware thats a lie. (most knowledge is (vindication symplified and unerred) not sure what im typing much anymore) .. posting this anyhow. dig, you honkie, dig.