, bill posted the PoohBrainMindBarfCoreDump Sutra:

oh boy was it weird for me today.  couldnt get mind into work function...
lots of changes flowing around there.  played in stairwell...not practice..
imageries.....ovens at a(sp?), second sun and hiroshima,  little "strange
fruit" (gershwin's "summertime")...dude gave me  pic of confederate bill
which i put on top of billie holiday poster i bought last monday (have
on away from isle desk/wall so not a flaunt...girl from ipanema in
honor of "hot babe" i aol met who took a 155 foot fly thru the air with
the greatest of ease but those hot babe legs just ride a chair now.  
finally had guts to out the vietnam bum who drank while she worked at
told her damaged goods be lucky to have him and she taught me that the
ovens at aushwitz (sp?) were tried out first on the disabled and boy
did that broad blow a funky tune...think i will ask her if she will allow
and unedited post of her letter to me on absfg.
and after 1.5 hr of blowing other stuff as well and just big meltDown
my guts, mind, bend the sounds, sounds that have never been before except
train whistles (oh the shark babe...oh the line forms, on the left dear...)
maybe a left brain, right brain, think i take this and barf it into a post
and no way can go back in except to say was going to be irresponsible and
leave without....so responsible is i outa here and walk to offices of the
middle man which top of the world, ma! 58th steet 31st floor view north
to park and goddam view of geoWashington bridge triangulation to this
civil war building inside monestary view and uncle albert on the walk
and paperwork 'cos i not getting anything like that done turn off the
juice tho i have the bread just then walk and talk giving the dude in 
the chair change and "well, you not gonna be winning any races" and
he responded, "no, not lately" and i said some kind of parting thing
and then loud sing come on baby let the good times roll (no, no.  past
earshot...and around the corner the section eight guy with a face so
interesting could have been created by god and just crouch down and
listen to his story, finally determining that his ideal would be eternity
in front of the t.v. and getting board blew something back which effected
a clean separation (j.w. type of clue...thing i just became as crazy as
he was...buddha recognizing buddha kind of thing...then into episcopal
church on 50th and part avenue, big room walk to front thinking 'bout
mommas and the poppa's "church i passed along the Way"  :) and asked
for and shown door to restroom on way out where can i place an expression
of gratitude and she walks me to the money slot aroung the corner then
south thru buildings into grand central station and east wall musicians
in process of they are done so i do the thing and dude says nice tone
and i realize that with all that noise besides i am nervous and a little
shakey so this time is just for me and face the wall and do the oldest
piece, kyorai if that is the spelling and push it a little but to fill
that kind of space you either have no bodies or empty of making sound
bodies and then onto 42nd street east and a $2.50 draft and act like
an ass talking about "oogling the women" and without sorrow thinking
on the women that are not oogle objects and how they responded to that
act out and then drank the beer and a shine by the big library on
42nd street and nice back and forth and he tells me about reading on
malcom forbes and we talk how gates may be the riches dude but he's
still a <used something other than the n-word...i forget or maybe didn't
know it it was cool> and we laughed about him not getting dates or going
out for sports and then he mentions elizabeth taylor was friend of forbes
and they rode his harely and i said something about she was cool lady
and didn't have to worry about him grabbing her titties or is that one
'T' and then into bryant park looking at library from west and kaiser
building and others that are part of the standing looking and a couple
of get food not there false alarms down seventh avenue oogle or two
and into penn station but 5:01 or is it 3 is bit under half hour away
so to the street and lady in cab line waiting for moving lotsa suitcases
and moves up in line and i go over and offer and she says no thanks and
she is almost there and i say oh that's ok, actually i'm just killing
time waiting for a train and i liked your self and face and she took it
the right way and shined on eachother and with no further a-do headed
back to station because enought is enough...close enought my age and
height, dark hair...pause to rerun that frame or two is now but back to
then is down into the station and 5:01, not three i remember now and
nice cool car (some are air-conditioning deficient) and think on m.k.
why lotus rather than numbers question and made an answer which is gone
now and did the thing and sat and train came to the station and
stood aimlessly, really not sure where i put the car because i was
late leaving and now early arriving and wondered and looked from
the elevated platform and not seeing said try the far away place which
i started to walk and forgot the question and then worried the question
just before i came to where i could see the car and got in and brian
was not to be found and i went this way and that and alota personal shit
going down right now but will be ok 'cos i got dizzy gillespe's lawyer
on my case (is that not coolCoolCool), yeah, i know diz is dead but he
also plays shakuhachi and we must wean the ones who have been abusing us
away gradually once we decide to stop being victims because it has no
thing to do with blam, just making transformation so the war is over
but it still gets a little scarey because of not certain and that kid
is...is not...don't even recognize my own son....well, looks just like
him and is laughing and then into the house there he is in his room
and we talk and he does the abusive dance and i just don't play it and
and one point gets physical but is only 12 so just knuckle arm jabs
which stop it and there are the <clients> so then...associates in
the basement.  just one.  we connect nice connection she checking out
the floor above the basement but that was earlier and i verbalizing
now with brian and tell him a story about catching cabs in midtown
on fifth avenue easier if you are than if you are not and if you 
were not afraid why did you lock the door when we went thru...in
the car.  attitudes come from wherever but don't understand why, just
they be and some sort of shit or other and then who needs more of
it and leave but a good one and visit first z-word teacher and
we update eachother and i...he...his 88 year old father...just wants
his dad to be a man.  sad?  he has other opinions.  so do i.  and you?
guess i am thru now.  yeah.  just could make the right brain, left
brain shift.  or maybe "professional day" doesn't mean work 10, get
paid for 8, means work 3 get 8.  no.  i know that is not true, just
today was not a day that worked well in that way.  really gotta knock
of this conserve of which is what you are now reading if you have hung
in this far, why on earth are you hear?  oh, when you listen closely,
what do you here? ... walking along street slowly about 8 lines from the
top of this, right after the view of the park and the bridge, dude in
suit from behind does big energy burst including "..fucking sidewalk"
and i make loud roar sound, then do "he said the f-word; he said the
f-word", then realize the "..fucking sidewalk" was directed at me.
oh gosh.  puppy dog shit on the cement again.  naughty little puppy
dog.  pick it up right now.  and eat it.  yum.  ladies have been
taught to love chocolate.....

, Bam!  Boo! ("sometimes it gets so hard to see.  and i'm sitting here,
               beating on my trumpet.  with all these promises you
               gave to me.  but where are you tonight, sweet marie?"