This is what reading scholarly articles is like, sometimes ( Read more... )

A blackbird flew into my sliding glass door and died.


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makes my hands softer

officer vickers lighting up in the golf-cart
sunday night palm court
is the top of a low hill and
the only homework I have
is to listen to bob dylan and talk about it--

unfortunate, I like to believe
he died a long time ago.

SaM.

the Ladytron concert last night was A-MAZING ( Read more... )

After a walk around palm court, I'm still awake ( Read more... )

Isn't it expected that the one night that ISNT a weekend... I can't sleep. Friday night and Saturday night ended early for me. I need to stop drinking so much at sunset. Or maybe the sun needs to stop setting so much.

How come ours is THE moon? There are better ones out there in all that black, I reckon.

SaM.

Tonight's rain is consistent, slow and cold ( Read more... )

woooah. I move back to Sarasota on Wednesday? What's going on.

Had a mess of fun in Pembroke Pines, even if it is a little hippy-dippy. But I'm finally back in Tampa and glad to be home.
Going dancing with ana and her German man at the orpheum tonight. what bag should I wear?

SaM.

I got back in town a couple days ago. Jet lag jet bag.

There's nothing better [[[hyperbole]]] than hopping on a two-hour flight right after a 13 hour flight. I was like fuck you I win! to everyone else on the plane.
See these tray tables? .they. are my bitches.I miss Jerusalem so fucking much. Tampa is like sitting in the bottom of a pail. ( Read more... )

I met a man who thinks he's the Cohen Gadol [The Messiah].
He's 67 and here I am, 5 joints after the fact.

True story.

More later.

SaM.