"I'm moving to Mandratha and getting a Tattoo." - Lusiphur from Poison Elves
Since Mandratha is imaginary, I'll just head down to South Street.
Perhaps Ulana's still exists.
Perhaps
anorexotica still "spins" the backroom.
I won't know until I know.
Haven't been out since the night he played Eno's "This"...
Perhaps a year?
I'm not bothering to check even my own journal.
I want a little adventurous uncertainty.
Don't know if it's there.
Don't Know who'll be there, if it is.
Don't know how I'll get back.
AND
I don't really give a FUCK either.