im in a think tank mood. submerged in thought, tides ebbing in all directions, past present future.... its the 3rd day of quitting the beloved cigarettes... my tongue is hanging out of my mouth in protest.
so many thoughts were buzzing about my head last night - to put them upon a screen seems futile.
jack daniels is sliding down the throat, while espressos are passed around the table, yet the language of feces is playing against people's tongues. frank is singing his tunes, in the way he does. the lady is a tramp yet L.A is my lady, go figure !
i should be sleeping! but cigarettes keep clinging to my lips and pouting puffs of smoke! strange turbulent day... people people people... sleep sleep sleep... woof woof! spank spank!