sallo-may?
I was invited to attend Ellen Frances' Art Night for the Salon of Geniuses recently.
She hosts these evenings at the Chelsea Hotel.
A slew of people in a room with gluesticks and knives and ukeleles.
I felt so young and pure and very "fast"
This was my third real trip into the upstairs of the chelsea.
There was not as much dancing as promised.
The rooom was rather large.
Sid killed Nancy in one part of what is now the suite.
Tao Lin and I discussed the merits and failings of sandwiches in jail.
I made him describe in detail is kleptomaniac history.
I made a button with cheese in it.
Someone thought I was quasi-famous which made me laugh.
Lots of the people moved around a lot.
I talked twice about how I have never been to Hawaii.
I wore a pillbox hat for approximately thirteen minutes.
We ordered some late-night food from the diner on the corner.
Ellen said the eggs were weak, but the mozzarella sticks were key.
I failed at typewriter exquisite corpse.
"Blood on your fingers"
I slept very well when I got home.
Then I heard murderous crazy things in the morning from above.
