speculations state
so ashley and i went on an amazing bike ride downtown. yummy. we swore to make it a weekly event.
in the course of sitting outside of sarasota news and books we stumbled upon an acquaintance talking "omgs" about me. ha. fuck her and her mother. i saw tara the polo player, who invited me out to play in the midst of ed smith. an old drunk lit my cigarette for me and then began to talk about how we don't know anything like he does because he's had 6 wives and how american women don't respect their husbands like the chinese do. ashley and i made some new friends from MCC. i had recognized these folks from open mic night at big e's. so nice.
how refreshing.
my mom leaves tomorrow
and i think i'm getting a bike in g-ville this weekend
pussed out on karaoke for tonight...good thing there's always friday.
when the hands of a clock play patty-cake
and your socks sing and gravitate
jack-o-lanterns tell the truth
tarot cards at a highschool booth
an old sing-song about sailors and wives
shipwrecks, death, wenches, lost lives
cats prance on all fours
i think of you,
the weight of the world,
and four eyed girls,
when i hit the floor
oi, i'm not sure