radio-activity

[wanton_bliss]

I spent the last evening with the precious metals: Bacardi Silver and Cap'n Morgan's Gold. Large amounts of my money were squandered on silly impulse buys (used CDs (Devo's Greatest Hits, two Pixies albums, and an early Kraftwerk), a 1:3 scale replica of an xanthochroid Navy sailor from Toys 'R' Us, and 3 pairs of medium-sized "boy's" underwear from the Dollar Store). While seated on a statue of seagulls across the river from the Washington Monument, A. and V. became stoned and I ruminated on why the homosexuals who hook up in the park restrict themselves to the marina on the other side of the road. After a narrow escape from the authorities, A. threw in an old Who album and began speeding through Reagan National Airport while screeching in accompaniment. I called my not-quite-beau on the cell because I figured I was probably going to die. Instead we ended up at MacDonald's where I absorbed some rum with a wafer-thin hamburger purchased with a borrowed dollar (as I spent eighty on that two-foot tall sailor).

Then I drove home, tried on the underwear and, still being a tad tipsy, ended up taking some bad photos and making a masturbatory mess in my bedroom. I am supposed to be departing on a special Baltimore addendum to the Kitsch Tour in under two hours, so I must shower, eat, and get the hell out of here.

Pictures to follow.

Notable quotes from A. last night:

"It tastes spongy, like riot foam... in your mouth."
   - A. on cunnilingus

"They taste hot and salty greasy... like a homeless man's cock."
   - A. on MacDonald's hamburgers