everything has worked out with the upload now.
everything is in place. and now it is about the words, thoughts, poems and a certified lunatic, lover, poet.
my brain has been cold for the past few days but is warming back to normal now. Yesterday the whites were pulsating and greens were were in tangent.
Suddenly I could taste the wood paneling after a fire but there were Vargas posters in the bathroom (Varga Girls) and an even lovelier woman seated at my table. All in all an interesting time – the waitress was begging for a larger tip from the get go – she was awkward and tired – badly put together, but it is easy to forgive those who have night jobs to supplement the day job which masks as a career.
I expect to be famous any minute now – So t-shirts may soon be available.
I want to see a bull gore a toreador.
I only ever pray when an
ambulance goes by
other wise,
I don’t believe.
it’s madness but
why can’t it be cancer?
something nice and clean?
I hope this made you spill your tea.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 