SALVE, SALVE, DESPERATE FOR SALVE
A spree. There's no other word for it. Musica & books, nestle in my bosom old friends, I've missed you. All salves, better salves than the turps, mind you knocking off a bottle of Bundy with my dad last night was really, well, restorative. But the other salves, they're more than that, they better you. Vinyl -- The Associates, The Go Gos -- and text, all sortsa text -- Hollinghurst, Genet, Hesse, Mishima. Today is a strong day, until I put on Cat Power's Good Woman, and the ache rolls in like hail. Like hail? Awful simile. Like... nerve gas. No, that won't do. Like ache. The ache rolls in like ache. That's all you're getting.
Tomorrow I'm buying both Cat Power albums & the Life Aquatic soundtrack. Then I'm off to a dinner party with dear friends in an art deco apartment overlooking my beloved, beloved Brisbane city. Fuck the rest.
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Tomorrow I'm buying both Cat Power albums & the Life Aquatic soundtrack. Then I'm off to a dinner party with dear friends in an art deco apartment overlooking my beloved, beloved Brisbane city. Fuck the rest.
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