As a letter writer, writing a letter, at the perfect time, is choice. It is a golden moment… in my mind and so on.
All letters are all ways love letters.
"You’re in post-production before you know it. The reality is that I don’t fucking know this person."
I say: Basically why I’ve never had a long-term relationship with a woman. Because the women who want me want a “man” without a dick. And that’s not me, on all accounts. (Roles, stereotypes, culture, all in play. You figure it out.)
“@audiosmut: “Did I make it all up? Maybe she was never into it.” http://t.co/ocbnJvVBFP #MoviesInYourHead”
"Awesome plans this weekend?" asked my colleagues with raised eyebrows of hope. "No. I don’t have any Friends here like that yet." "Every time you say that, I feel sad."
You are only free when you realize you belong no place—you belong every place— no place at all.
—Maya Angelou (1989). “Conversations with Maya.” https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/904289-you-only-are-free-when-you-realize-you-belong-no
In dying, saying good-bye is a courtesy.
At 3:00a.m., an empty ice tray is smart gift.
Tijuana wool pullovers doing the baked Fish shuffle to decent tweeked HSBand jazz. I wanted a table, a whiskey, and an ashtray. They wanted to dance. Now I’m eating ramen. Win-win.
"She had black hair like ravens crawling over her shoulders, all the way down. She had a smile that swerved. She had a smiled that curved. She had a smile that swerved all over the road." (Mark Sandman of Morphine, "All Wrong" off Cure for Pain, 1993)
"The tide of the future is a freedom tide. You ain’t see nothing, yet" (Ronald Reagan, 1984).
Saw two dozen perfectly plump, primped eggs walking down the street. All dyed blond and pastel. Laughed aloud. Taxista said, “You are too beautiful. Your dark hair. Your height.” “I’m not beautiful in these parts.” “Oh yes. You are.” “If you find them that find the likes of me beautiful, send ‘em my way. You have my address.” #Chicago
Standing through tonight’s wonderfully entertaining @MortifiedCHI reminded me of my first @henryrollins spoken word gig in Balto. Pretty sure I laid down, on the floor, after 2hrs. Was 1992-ish. I’ve always been a weak stander-upper.