My favorite plot-line was the
underlying tequila message.
Experience has shown that I get
more bang for the buck w/minty
when it comes to chewing gum.
It rips my heart out that I can’t be
political even if I try. Such
successful clumsiness ought
to be patented. See the wind
blowing this page? And the
city below? Golden Gate Bridge
in a haze? I’m sitting
on a fir trunk, tentacled root,
listening to Matt Johnson.
So nice, breezy, now a little
chilly. Walking through
Cole Valley with all of the
zombies (they do walk a
lot). Something moving around
in that bottlebrush tree,
more than just the wind. I
retract everything I ever said.
I’m a complete and utter failure.
“Come closer to me.”
