I am number 1,240 working on the
revamping project (working holes—licking
sentence—too bad fat). Fat and $65 on Friday.
To get thin working holes a dozen years after love.
Snow is expected tonight after Ginsberg. My brain is a
circle.
It was mainly a cheesy lesbian love story & a couple nights of solitude.
They go together. Are we going together? “Get the tweezer.”
“Clip my toenails.” Benziger’s muscat
before dinner this time. Dinner this time an amalgam. Mars lines up with me.
