bridgecity's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the temple i live in a labyrinth now. a hundred year old building in the middle of town. a secret town at the edge of the eastern oregon border. i work in a bookstore and don't get paid. the store exclusively sells poetry. there are no customers. that's why we don't get paid. this bookstore is in the building i live in. so is the rocknrolltechno all-ages-pool-hall. so is the ballet company and the thai chi school. there are secret passage ways everywhere. stereo systems in every room. the ceilings are high and guilded with aluminum. outsid the building is nothing. nowhere to go except the mountains. it's cold in the mountains. there was an after-hours party at the pool hall and i've never seen so much bump-and-grind action before. it was somekind of small town contest. future strippers of the world unite! there's a ghost here named john. john is mexican and killed himself about a year ago. he bangs on the walls and pipes. the dance hall's usually empty. there's nothing here to be scared of. 2:22 a.m. - 2040-08-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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