i hate myself because i listen to africa by toto in a serious way.
Just say NO! to getting out of bed.
finalized my new apartment, new bicycle, someone actually paying me for design work, star trek evening at the theater tonight. yesss.
le tour le tour le tour le tour !!!
but they’ve left us a bit of music
and a spiked show in the corner,
a jigger of scotch, a blue necktie,
a small volume of poems by Rimbaud,
a horse running as if the devil were twisting his tail
over bluegrass and screaming, and then,
like a streetcar turning the corner
the city waiting,
the wine and the flowers,
the water walking across the lake
and summer and winter and summer and summer
and winter again.
FUCK YOU, POLLEN!