I must be dying. That’s how
I prefer to explain it. It’s my
alternate reality, so I can.
Prosecutors want Paris
Hilton in jail. It’s true,
he’s allergic to paper.
There’s only happiness
at stake and I’ll do anything
to be more universal.
Freaked out
Anders becomes Dad,
same lips and forehead,
something stern about both,
and I can’t tell if the severity
is about to shatter with rage
or laughter. Last night
Dodie Bellamy and
Michelle Tea walking
all over the China Basin
and then Tony’s Cable Car
for the ultimate
veggieburger showdown
and The Contender
proving Joan Allen
the greatest actress alive.
Dip into a lap pool
poor as fuck owing IRS
$2200 realize swimming
isn’t for me.
Universal indeed.
