2004-12-22 - 12:50 p.m.
bawogvskjndg

so i just spent an hour and a half sitting in my car listening to robert flow and beatbox and talk and talk and talk.

ha! wonder where this is headed.

i just don't like it when people think they've got me all figured out (even if they do). it really irks me more than i let on.

maybe we're just both way too high to engage in a decent, two-sided conversation. for example, he's tripping out on trying to flow over cunning linguist and i'm tripping out over how i'd so rather be inside.

but it's good, though. we're slowly getting to know each other. i'm slowly beginning to comprehend his character, his motives, and his methods. he enjoys leading the conversation. he enjoys attention. but more than that, i think, he enjoys connecting. he takes genuine pleasure in good conversation, especially when spracked, and he jumps into what he considers the deepest concepts and most profound ideas almost as soon as he gets in the car. he can go on and on about the same shit--the same unnerving, anonymous shit--and it's still interesting to me because, goddammit, it's still interesting to him, and i like hearing people talk about things that are important to them, so i ask questions and i add my two cents and argue and ignore the fact that he's ignoring me, just for the sake of this delicious, rare gift: here, in front of me, a human brain, glistening and crystalline, and something new, completely translucent, and yes indeed, it's something new, something new for me to read.

because that's what talking to robert is. reading.

and thus a symbiotic relationship spawns.

more in a moment.

ooh, you touch my tra-la-la... mmm, my ding-ding-dong