Andy's Chair 3.1


By the time I'd get outside the sun had already set. Truck around in the Austin twilight, wondering where the sun went. " A Coney Island of the mind" . Stay up night after night coding hyper text and flaming the Leri list. Endless cups of coffee, lots of Necco wafers, waiting for the breakfast joint in the basement to open up. The crackly old english dub records keep me focussed. As Haile unlikely a night as any... I keep wondering if they wrapped the super8 camera in duct tape and lobbed it off a cliff before driving to the next show... You know that cola... it's OK. Yeah. Its funny its pathetic. Call 1-800-I-Feel-OK now. Free your mind with a free call. Yeah its all free.

I found a Schwinn3-speed the other night. Its great. It gets me around. its got a flat. Jason saw it lying in the bushes. He said it had been there for days. A cool ride connection from the man they had to name after the town. It gets hot down here; real hot like the sweat just never stops. it gets to where you don't mind it... But I've got to be movin' on. This Coney Island of the mind is a jones I've got to tend to.

The lights just keep flickering like my old super 8 films

Andy's Chair 3.1 10-12-94.

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