Meet me in the desert of my dreams tonight. By that sand dune -- you know the one.

Met alot of people yesterday ( Read more... )

Life seems like it is going to cave in and leave no survivors? Picture a rabbit prancing through a field of landmines. He dances, oblivious to the peril. At every hop, he risks certain death, but it never comes. And when it does, he is dead so fast that he doesn't even hit the ground alive.

It's easy to get bogged down, down trodden, stretched, squeezed, wrung-out, and left to dry. This takes no effort. What takes gusto is trying to stay bogged up, up trodden, squeezed, stretched, wrung-in, and soaking in your own beautiful obsessions ( Read more... )

Last night, Miranda&Andrew took me to a party at Paul's apartment. Paul is dirty rich, lives alone and will never have to spend his last food money on life's thrills. I felt literally constipated at this high altitude. They chit-chatted about clothes, hair and make-up and then moved onto things of greater weight -- like model portofolios. ( Read more... )

You hugged me close (twice) so warmly that I melted. Sweat, garlic and cigarettes may never smell that sweetly again ( Read more... )

Last night, the pieces came together. The West is the best, the East is the beast. I know where I stand -- relative to the pull of the universe's core. Apple core. Apple seed. Apple bleed ( Read more... )

The thing about rain is you can walk in it and cry and nobody will even notice. You could probably pee your pants also, but that would be one more thing to cry about.

Wow, being genuinely happy for people is exhausting. If feeling people's pain is so noble, then so is feeling their pleasures.

Phase 2: Hard to get.

And Manny, thanks again for that Portugese table wine. It was a real treat.

I always find somewhere to exist. It just isn't always where I want to be in the end. But this is probably healthier --

The Perfect World is a very blind world.