Try to remember where im going as fast as i can ~IGTB5
i think its north of here
i go deeper in to the endless sprawl of the metropolis
not deeper downtown but up town an i get lost in neighbroods i dont know the name of
houses small appartment buildings and little patches of 3 or 5 little sky scrapers moving together as a pack where everything else is less than 4 floors high.
waiting at a slice gate to go to some thing
all my vaugue aquaintences are hereall the people whos names i forget and hardly talk to but see every 4rth time i go out
im trying to remember what i was doing where i was going where do i live
enclaves on your couch in a rec room or a corner of a garage behind a van thats pretending to be a roomtwo or 3 or sumthing blocks from here is train tracks, sometimes its municipalk rail commuter trains sometimes its 53 foot containers stacked 2 high
3 high 4 high 8 high
trying to remember where this thing goes cuz i think i checked oncei think it rolls for all afternoon and then you jump off and its still mixed residential light commercial sprawli cant remember what those things with 8 stores joined together in a ring arround a parking lot on the corner of two major streets are called.im rummagiung through the garage or attic rec room or this place is in ambigious transit between being moved in to out of renovated abandoned or maybe its not even a real house.
maybe its a hastilly and cheaply cobbled together facimily of a house to fuck with me and make me think the miscellanious city bits are scattered this dense forever… my android is trying to tell me 8 things but im overwhelemd to much to remember how to use it.noiyt overwhelmed, im refusing to try.im trying to go to the next sumthing. i had a plansome important person from my past is not trying to contact me. i made a mistake. i made a note on my phone to remember/ look at your pictures and remind myself what im doingill go back the other way downtown . whatevers on the train tracks, are they behind the convenience store with $2 shitty cappucino? south of here is a jummble of buildings, pushed in to a pile, construction machines shoved all the buildings in to a pile so there would be a place of entire city blocks stripped down to assphalt and sidewalks and concreat dust, to be a parking lot for 100 ton brute machines painted in construction yellow. they built a chain link fence arround it all to close the 20 square block area in, theres lots of holes in the fence to sneak through. they’ll only chase you if they see you, they only care if your touching the yellow machines, they dont care if you want to risk breaking your bones and bleeding all over a pile of buildings slopped in to a a broken glass and crumbs of sheet rock no electricity destroyed office chairs 20 year old paper work and dead bird shit maze with graphitti not in any language just random letters for brute typography’s own sake and fire exits leading to unrepairable husks of truck parked in offices with overturned desks holding shut doors leading to garbage filled hallways bathrooms with all the sinks and toilets smashed in to a porceline beach rocks and motionless elevators used as toilets
on the edge of some old couch in this rec room garage attic unfinished basement, shaking my android like a magic 8 ball, aquaintences with names i forgot getting drunk and high and riled up to go do somthing fun/awful and im hanging on the stoop trying to remember if we can openly stoop hereand i think there is a road near by that leads under the tracks and then goes souith by going north west. it leads to where there is over passes caressing a 4 lane under periodic construction where the city turns to hills going down and then there is some mix of water and giant rocks where the canals either drain to or are fed from. no, thats where they start, its giant cement pipes that drain there.
i remind myself that i live somewhere and i try to stop trying to figure out where all my stuff is and pull my pockets apart and throw my android at a coat i think is mine and try to stop recognizing junk in this garage as having sumthing to do with me
if i can just interpret the clear and wonderful plan i hid formyself in a poket full of reciepts and scraps torn from different newspapers flyers and pamphletes im about to sum,thing that will reap me the glory and tear open the sky like the ass of your long unwashed skin tight 2nd hand jeans