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It's early, it's late, it's after an important date. What is happening in my skull needs definition, yet I'm unable to focus enough to see what I'm writing.
Tonight I saw off a homie from Texas that I've known only about 6 months. It's been real Optix, may your return journey be free of annoyance. Maybe you and Dave will see things that along the way that you would have never have seen. Maybe these things will make you look back for the rest of your lives. Hopefully these things are positive in the end.
Outside
of that, I'm really wasted. And MySpace is tripping me out in this 'View Source' mode. Things keep changing in a way that suggests to me that MySpace is not working as it should - in other words, as normal.
Tonight, I touched base with several people I hadn't seen in a long time. Some I met once, some I proposed marriage to previously. Some where suffering the fate of seeing their ex'es with their news. Personally, I salute the news and say keep bringing the headlines that make life interesting.
Tonight,
I ran in to so many peeps. Tom, thanks for being yourself and Dawn too. You two are special people. Clark, their housemate, deserves a call out too. Leigh, it's been too long and hopefully I'll bump with you on the dance floor again on the next Saturday at Vertex. Good to meet Matt and his sis Sara. Glad she also enjoyed dancing, hope Matt feels better, although he looked fine to me.
Zac, you need a special something I can't give. Maybe it isn't in a bookstore shelf, maybe it is. Larissa, always a joy. Jack Attack and Greg, Joe Tragedy too. DJ Darkwave made a stand in the end after Voltaire sidestepped to merch out. I pulled Leigh and Sara to the floor and we danced the last few even if we didn't care for the songs.
The human buffet was a bit lame and the girl couldn't answer if the cupcakes were vegan as I nibbled a black cock from her crotch. Unfortunately, no photos exist, although Pomp and Nack have several of various cupcakes crotch and boob bites. Hoorah for a good night done right, even a chance visit with Seth and I wish I could remember.
No salads, no grapes, but many cookies consumed after a drive down the darkest streets of the Southside of Scareacuse. We saw at least 6 people peddling drugs when I took a wrong turn off West Onondaga heading to return Zac to Valleyland. We didn't buy anything on the way, but didn't need to as the afterhours at home was rich with a visit from Jim Beam.
Nack Attack and then she passed out. Cocks drawn on her face, Optix said goodbye, we parted, and Pomp went to sleep. I held the party up for two until 5am and now I'm writing this review of the events of the night in a cryptic summary fashion as the reality of the specifics would remove the wonder of the moments.
I'm afraid to sleep as I'm yawn, my face is numb as a dock foundation pole in the ocean for a good 20 years. I stole the last garlic pizza slice and devoured it. I want oatmeal in a bad way. Perhaps a movie and rest would be good, but I'm ready for more and no one else it conscious.
Voltaire, may you and your Granny-past sleep well tonight.