On my arm...

"It's like Jesus in my mouth."

"Let me give you a handjob with my mouth."

--L.L.

"He looked like Jesus and smelled like Vodka."<--Dude, you've got a month to begin a short story with this line. At that point, I'm stealing it and making it my own....


See you there. See you then.

it is in our most contemplative of minds that we are also our most imaginative, for misery bears little else as comfort.

Music...defines a moment, a feeling, elation in discovering the better demo, the revision, the band and title for something only heard. Kids (drumming cowbell bridge in demo on Caitlin's passenger dashboard), Sometimes (13 times rote in depression reclining in car, mud park space behind rickety blue undergrad housing), Someone Great (LCD and Kate's encore emergence), Svegn G Englar (floating to dinner, defining love), 59th Street (Feelin' Groovy)(Anastasiya's living room floor with shades not drawn but overcast skies and smiles), Two Months Off (Defining first love), Do You Realize? (Defining first love), Good Woman (Chantal weeping, power of the arts).

Algae green dreadlocks with threaded purple and black, furry knotty knee-high boots. Askew minute bejeweled top hat, wannest of skin, reddest of lips, bushy gauzy sparkly dark skirt under white trim corset. The most outrageous looking on the train were also the least outrageously behaved. Like Marilyn Manson. A creepy lookin' listener, observer, quieter than most.

Glasses in a plastic ziploc bag.

Royal Bangs. Hot IQ.

"Smell a nigga naked, I smell real good."

1.Squirming
2.Shriveling (Shivering)
3.Shuffling
4.Shimmering

Was where I sat softly quietly smitten.

The automaticity of adulthood
-bills
-waking up early
-thank you letters
-pride in work
-legacy
-sacrifice

Tonight I smiled at the thought of my aunts' and uncles' laughter. Their lilts and yips and hoohahs, their chuckles, motors, and silences.