peter pears loved benjamin britten.
thats what i told bryan last night at dennys.

im not sure what it means, we talked about other things as well.
god, sex, terror, love, art, krazy kat, calvin&hobbes, me against the world, redemption, 18th century liberals, the state, colonies, how when i think of soilders i think of my lai and liberating dachau at the same time,
we drove, from bearspaw to dennys, from dennys to whyte, from whye to royal gelnora, parked, walked up thru the park, looked fog&moon/electric light make the river glow, thru to the legisature with its sodium lighting turning everything yellow, arround the back to the universal flame, hung a right to see the lawn bowling club and totem pole, learnt he was a hansard page, got home, and went downstairs, we talked, endlessly, all we do is talk, and what we say is imbued with this second meaning, its self discovery.

Brian(note spelling) took me to bible study again; and he drove me to bryans, and i immediatly walked in, got a glass of milk, took my socks off and settled in,
good.