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Feeling really lonely the past couple of days. Renewed efforts to drop coffee. Thinking it's about time I drop denim and start dressing in slacks and buttoned shirts, like a man dude.
Free your mind and your ass will follow, I am interested in crotches. Very interested. Girls stare me down and dig it, and my eyes return the favor so much it's rude, but that's as far as it goes, the sexual revolution having had it's leaders round up and shot by AIDS sometime around 1982.
The last time I was so defiant was a Tuesday, and we had met online. I drove to San Francisco and didn't know how to act naturally until the bottle was gone. Sleepiness and shame made it surreal and sublime. Sobriety came too soon, and I drove back home before sunrise, feeling like I knew something the commuters didn't.
Offline, the world is less accessible. I am not driving so much as looking at the honeys through the windshields. I don't go to school so much as wander around campus looking for the peaches. Conversation isn't the end goal so much as fantasy. Fiction romantics seem to gush at the idea that their fantastic fulfillment of it all is just one "Excuse me sir" away from them. Snatches and dick smell dripping from the ceiling, I sometimes find it hard to breath.
I should just start asking people if they like to fuck. Maybe even hang posters around the school saying "FUCKINZ OKAY, A'IGHT?" Number and picture underneath, of course, as I am true to my word.
If you have a significant other, make out in public. If you don't, do so with strangers. Youth and love need to reclaim public space, if those ideas are to take hold.
http://www.ktvu.com/news/10156809/detail.html
http://www.mercurynews.com/crime/ci_8404856
http://www.topix.com/city/richmond-ca/2007/11/eight-shot-in-north-richmond
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