a memorable fancy

dear jim,

i dug up that old notebook of mine today. the one that i had bought to fill with poems. didn't came much out of it (or me, i should have said, i guess) but there is this one about a kitten i named after you. it's just a random, weird couple of lines that i put down---probably in the early hours of the day drinking coffee and listening to some old song, if you know what i mean. anyways, it is about me informing you about the kitten's well being--and that it had a bloated belly now and dark black eyes.

well, i lost the cat. god knows where he is now, they usually just sort of put them out once they're grown. harsh world reality, ain't it?

sorry i'm a few days late, but happy birthday. i've been reading blake for the past few days-- for your sake--if it counts. haven't manage to cleanse any doors yet, but i'm trying. be patient with me.

oh and i have a question--what kinda sound do angels make when they fall? is it like a pop or a thump?

--D

ps: here's a funny thought--i was reading dharma bums today and good ol' jack was talking about this chick who thought according to some crazy ancient tibeatean i think lore that she felt like she was the mother of all and everything and everyone and i wondered how that would feel and i decided it would suck out loud since motherhood is such delicacy and unbounded selflessness and sincerety and uncoditioned love as it should be all those things i decided that i was too ripe too egotistical and too scared to be the mother of anything but then i realized a minute ago that i may as well been your mother because you in all you crazy drug induced alcoholic exploded liver obscene way manage to look like a long lost forgotten tragic angel i don't know why but i'm liking this spontaneous writing it or whatever it's called and i just need to wrap up now and i say once more it wouldn't have been burdening i guess to be you mother and blake would have been proud--so yeah that was the point to all this rambling so i thought you should know--