French Cuff - or - A More Perfect Pisco Sour?

they's talking 'bout that beer he spilled all up his shirt and then throwin' the bottle up the stairs at them college kids them what was just trying to get to home or the closest proximation thereof when you's that age and not knowin' what's to come next, what's to come 'round the corner, what's to come 'round the corners of life, what's to be, so's i told 'em you's best not aks too many questions of 'em 'cause you keep aksing questions of 'em and you keep aksing questions of 'em like that and you's lible to get some answers you don't much like.

that shut 'em up for near 'bout four and a half minutes give or take.

A Plane Crashes In Buffalo

Skinny whoreson, a gale force full from that which she blows, thar look at ye skinny whoreson of babylon look at ye don't ye know nothin' good fer nuthin' haven't ye heard across the sea son across the sea.

may you survive til i pull the trigger.

Church on Sunday and a job in the hole. un-whole and not a chance in hell. But hell if i didn'a so did i, did i ever to the fullest and the full. Til Saturday when la petite fille francaise et le petit francais (her's) arrivent dans la ville. et apres... etapray. etapray? He et it all up and didn't even bother with prayin'. Scoundrel of scoundreldom and all unholy sacrilege i took absolutioning him from all, but then only some 'cause i ain't got no authority to do so in the first damn place. Shiiiit i ain't got no authority no how to begin with not to mention endin' i ain't got none. But i'm tryin'. Aimin' for authority on a little cardboard card and a library pass you can't even buy on the street. Card me at the door i'll be a good goddamned well ok alright gotta do a job. and that's just what i'm hopin'.

Quaint streetlamp busstop 'round the corner where i am what i am but not no more because too much is embarassing and too long is exhausting tired dead on your feet goddamn. But still i am fine wines and... can't read the rest parking meter gotta get me a pipe cutter gotta get me a cause gotta get me a red leather jacket so i can give it away so i can get me a telescopic projector of the heavens like the one they got back home, like a sattelite landmine all mine like that rock that weigh too much in the little plastic case gotta break it open and take home my own little piece'o'space

Skin like rubbermeat in the gale force full from which that "pull meat please" begs from a taped up wall holding us all together like the hands of jesus in a sunday school painting like when we was learnin' the good book amen jumpin' the wall into hornets' nest graveyard turn the corner playground ditch canal glory glory hallelujah but sneakin in to the otherns' when i got the chances excitement in the last of places goin to hell for it i'm almost nearly sure which considrin' the let down not quites cardboard brick junk store atmospheric considrin' what? I don't regret. No lightning strike down heart attack car crash explosion rapturotic release maybe wrongs alongs i get by. Wake up the next day maybe wrathful vengeful safe escaped by a hair when thank fuck i gots one more to face. Skinny face Skinny whoreson. Skinny whoreson of Babylon. Look at ye, don't ye know nothin' good for nothin' haven't ye heard across the sea son, haven't ye heard across the sea.

Самый высокий интерес для немедленного рассмотрения

a satellite crashing. at 250,000 mph. 400 miles up.

hundreds of debris. floating in space. up there all alone.

irreducible fragments of an already forgotten.

it will be weeks at least before the true magnitude is known.

they say.

it is unclear what caused the crash.

they say.

authorities believe it is the first incident of its kind.

they say.

but,

i wouldn't be so sure.

it all sounds awfully familiar to me.

If You Were Here - or - I Might Be More Able To Invent A New Thing

Drinking the perfect Pisco sour and wondering: What's the worst that can happen? A broken heart? Not like i haven't lived through that before.

Meet Me Tomorrow?

Between Olympic protests, U.S. elections, (as well as elections in Zimbabwe, Nepal, et al.) and what may be the worst financial crisis since the great depression, not to mention what's going on the world of food (from celebrity chefs to famine) i'm starting to get the feeling that something bigger is going to happen, something bigger is already going on. Maybe it's just because it's the fortieth anniversary of '68, but i'm thinking 2008 is going to more consequential than we expected. 

Why am i so nervous about tomorrow? Oh. Right.

"More than one to whom adventures happen, the adventurer is one who makes them happen."

Tomorrow Meet Me or Mus Es Sein? Es Mus Sein!

I just watched the movie i made in England. Its actually good. Really good. I don't think i'd be able to do it again at least not where i am now. It's a strange thought to think that you were more of the person you wanted to be four years ago.

We've been sending emails back and forth for the last week and a half... a week and half. It seems like nothing, but maybe it's LA School time because the two or three emails i get from her on a daily basis have meant so much. I cannot believe that i've found someone who i'm almost sure will be a very dear friend in such a way. I was just looking for some casual acquaintances outside of theatre. It looks like, as usual, i got much, much more. Apparently i'm one of the lucky fucks.

Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again

i feel more like a kid

and more like an adult

every single moment of the day.

stuck in the middle.

and to make it more confusing,

i think i might just have a crush

on a 32 year old music teacher...

ok. so i know i do.