Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: June 2017

Workbook: June, 2017

June 30, 2017: In his thick-headed arrogant way her husband tried to insist on advising me financially.
June 29, 2017: Naive and optimistic as always, it was two years before I realized she was just plain stupid.
June 28, 2017: Herman sang...
June 27, 2017: Oh that mysterious smile.
June 26, 2017: It's a Chinese theatre but the music is Gamelan.
June 25, 2017: Earbuds, tight red top...
June 24, 2017: We stopped short of Santa Margarita...
June 23, 2017: She feels ignored.
June 22, 2017: In late adolescence the majority of my female doctor's patients were of the lesbian BDSM subculture.
June 21, 2017: OCD is only one component.
June 20, 2017: I learned with time and experience that it's not her fault.
June 19, 2017: Joseph Campbell took it all back.
June 18, 2017: Pungent skin cream.
June 17, 2017: The Big Guy snores.
June 16, 2017: Whiners.
June 15, 2017: Dribble toward death, or get things done?
June 14, 2017: Striation, colors in the canyon.
June 13, 2017: Number 51 has the most genuine smile.
June 12, 2017: Dance, as Bligh commanded.
June 11, 2017: Brown man with yellow stones, scars across both shoulders.
June 10, 2017: Father in the coffin.
June 9, 2017: Art and ephemerality.
June 8, 2017: In her picture she looks like Wonder Woman.
June 7, 2017: My mother bought me a 45rpm record of the "ask not" speech.
June 6, 2017: Red lights and razor wire.
June 5, 2017: Motel room selfie.
June 4, 2017: "No cholesterol!", she'd say...
June 3, 2017: In the crush a woman with bloodied hands performs CPR.
June 2, 2017: The first day and night: friends and martyrs.
June 1, 2017: I looked at it with Street View.