dear jesus, please let me never go from paris to the jersey path train again.

the sacre cour, vin rouge, made out with a french "gigolo" at a queer femme bar, nearly got stuck without a hotel in bordeaux, got poorly hustled out of some euros twice, took photos with a mustache, reclimbed the eiffel, pastis pastis pastis, a polizie officer smashed the ( Read more... )

so i kicked marc out. now i need two new roommates by july 1st. whoah.

sleeping on neutral, stark white sheets. Neutral because they are neither my sheets nor are they the sheets of a lover. Beyond a balcony, the city, as close as a hungry bird. The temperature in here is perfect so I feel nothing. My own home like a dry palm splits open again, this time indefinitely. A french woman sings like a girl about la lumier ( Read more... )

i feel like a tornado. let nothing be spared.

the people upstairs moved out and they took the worldwideweb with them. i am at the (fucking) library ( Read more... )

"Sometimes it is necessary to go a very long distance out of your way in order to come back a short distance correctly."

tumescence

"We come like water and we leave like wind."

If I feel the night
move to disclosures or crescendos,
it's only because I'm famished
for meaning; the night
merely dissolves.

-Li-Young Lee, from The City In Which I loved You

Necessity

Work?
I don't have to work.
I don't have to do nothing
but eat, drink, stay black, and die.
This little old furnished room's
so small I can't whip a cat
without getting fur in my mouth
and my landlady's so old
her features is all run together
and God knows she sure can overcharge-
Which is why I reckon I does
have to work after all.