torn fabric soul: guess who has a new garter belt.
torn fabric soul: guess who has new black silk stockings.
torn fabric soul: guess who's wearing three inch heels.
torn fabric soul: that's right.
torn fabric soul: that's right.
torn fabric soul: it's me.
torn fabric soul: and damned if i'm not fine.

wow. this shit is fab ( Read more... )

At work the people come and eat, eat, leaving me ten percent of what they spend, and I fill their glasses and smile and offer napkins and dance like a puppet for their amusement, all for a little bit of money. What a charade! “I do only what I wish,” I tell a friend, “except in work and school, where I am forced to perform odious and meaningless ( Read more... )

Cabinet bean! You are my cabinet bean! I imagine the president on all fours, barking like a dog. Politics are useless, I tell my friends, but to what avail? I first formulated this idea when I tried to develop a Buddhist mentality (needless to say my penchant for swearing, inebriation and seeking out Dionysian experiences made this rather ( Read more... )

The other night I was riding in my car with a friend, Katherine. Katherine started out as a romantic interest but has since had her status changed to ‘friend’ after she made it quite clear that friendship was all she wanted. This is all right with me, since she’s very interesting to hang out with. A notable thing about Katherine is that within the ( Read more... )

"'life,' said emerson, 'consists in what a man is thinking all day.' if that be so, then my life is not but a big intestine. i not only think about food all day, but i dream about it at night." -- henry miller, tropic of cancer

My mind returns again to Matt. He is Indian, and has rich parents who are building a home north of the freeway, spending several million dollars to do so. Next to their house is a temple with golden rooftops, which Matt swears is not part of his family’s edifice, but something entirely different, by a man who has more money. "We’re not talking ( Read more... )

It is day now, many days later, (probably not that many but my concept of time is constantly being interrupted, and I admit smoking marijuana never helps that.) My hair is dirty and my eyes are burning from fatigue, the result of collapsing into bed with my contacts still in at 4 a.m., and waking at nine. But I am young! I can stand it. To ( Read more... )

"... for the tragedy of our world is precisely that nothing any longer is capable of rousing it from its lethargy. no more violent dreams, no refreshment, no awakening. in the anaesthesia prodiced by self-knowledge, life is passing, art is passing, slipping from us: we are drifting with time and our fight is with shadows. we need a blood ( Read more... )

first off, let me say that chemical imbalances are a bitch, and i wish i had some drugs or religion or SOMETHING that would make these light-switch mood swings go away. i'm sure everyone who knows me is praying fervently to that end, as well ( Read more... )