So it is one of those nights where I am up at 4:36 in the morning. coming off medication this quickly fucks one right up. my sleeping hours here nor there, i had an interesting last few days. On friday I was accosted while putting up poetry downtown by a sculptor friend who invited me for beer (which yes I actually drank) and talk of art. On an interesting trip home where a drunken scott and I ran into three kids roughly 16-18, and after seeing scott home finally with the help of the three guys, we went back to their place to smoke pot. I tried to give great lectures about the realities that adults hide from them; mould their young minds. Turns out the youngest only lives a block away from me.
next day I had to meet christian for lunch at blackwater, then chevalier in the park at 2, a joint with blair and christian around 2:30 and the closing of Look 2006 at the lambton art gallery. Ezio won people's choice award for this very wicked collage that he did of faces on wood. Talked briefly with several ppl, was told by Jen brace that I was a sweet person, argued with an artist about obsessive compulsive disorder in artists of any form, and drank a bunch of wine. Unfortunately the drug they have me on to ween off the effexor did not mix well. Stumbled to where iain works [pub under drawbridge] almost passsing out because I am an idiot and forgot to think about the mixture, people just kept handing me wine. slept from 5:30 in the aft until late the next day, ate pancakes with my mother, hung out all day in the cold sun, watched a bit of kung fu hustle which is a hilarious movie and ended the day with a reading at ezio's open mic night at blackwater. The reading went well and was received with accolades and annoying remarks from certain rugby wearing bastards (ahem..nailer.). Scariest part was that my parents came. It was the first time they have ever seen me read and I was terrified. Afterwards went to smoke joints with shawn mcknight and have late night conversation with him about energy, environment, art etc. managed to get home alright. pleased with the evening.


today was beautiful. i came up with two ideas for this months cover. one is an old stand by but really produces beautiful things and the other is something new and will take longer, and I don't know if i have that much time. Also had a major religious discussion with Iain's mother who is a devout united christian. The conversation was heated, lets just say at one point she told me she felt jesus in side of her at all times and I asked if he had purchased him bunk beds. It was interesting to argue with the faithful. they amuse me, but still I desire their ignorance sometimes. [and I am not using ignorant in a pejorative way here - more in a blissful state of their own choice through blatant avoidance of knowledge.] Today I also spoke with blair about synonyms and language, listened to cat steven and paul simon records and ate pot brownies for the first time ever.


now am awake still. three people have suggested I release a book in sarnia of my own stuff., i think i might try, but knowing me, I would have to throw myself hard into it.

but what's the point otherwise.


tonight I was reading freud on the pathology of human interaction. Also double checked some points iain's mom made tonight in the bible dictionary I have taken out from the library [she was wrong], and some of candide by voltaire. Also today showed Iain the marquis de sade's writings which appear very similar to voltaires style in candide. in particular Justine.

today was my very last day of effexor.

wish me a worlds of luck, and if not that much
at least a degree.