October 27, 2004

• been in the studio since 10a.m. and 4 hours later, i'm slightly out of focus and my posture is blurry. that "eikel/kutwijf/moedernukker" is still sleeping in my room! all my clothes are in garbage bags, and the only thing keeping him from raiding my equipment (read: life) are my bedsheets. it's kinda twisted that i actually want to catch him fucking around with my stuff, if only to scare the piss out of him. actually, that sucks, cuz i don't even know the guy--he's a new student. so until the dutch discover the ways and wisdom of american justice, i'm crashing at judith's. trust: i'm livin' like a well kept houseboy--3 homecooked meals/day, clean furnishings, nightly "sub-equatorial" attention, and hardwood floors. but she don't have da internet. how sad am i. so, until i can reach out and touch some young, i can't post any photos from the last 2 weeks of asstastico fantastico in amsterdam and madrid. as if anyone out there is interested.

  until we eat again. yours truly,
  HoBo Erectus

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