Really lovely out, cool, golden tinge to light, open blue sky, high moon. Were I less tired, I'd still be out, brief stagger about with Peretz was pretty pleasant in any case.

Sick & wrong, that's my style.

Seems like everybody & their mom is reading this thing lately, can't see the attraction, honestly.

Funny monkey on a stick, ignore the blood dripping down, all part of the procedure.

God, bad student poetry I had to read in classes & for high school literary magazine.

"The blood ran down her arm
Like the toothpaste did when she brushed that morning."

"........a crash that killed that friend of mine......
......only burning pieces were left behind..........."

Based on actual events, honest, almost too much to bear. Keep slogging along anyway.