and trying to get into character I’m not sure what more do you want?
This one kind of a pickle? This one
a tomato not so bad? I’ve been craving those.
Lengthy article in the NYTimes today about why one should avoid
anti-depressants gaining speed. Diane is pregnant she told me while
I was cooking dinner (alfredo mostaciolli and stir-fried veggies).
The ruse:
tape West Wing (which I did). Groped in the steamroom
same theme as the day before. Was I alive
just for that
or also for later emcee-ing at
Oakland Public Library a photo of men from an ugly match?
Maybe nothing beyond sex and death I always say
even shifting from one pickle to the next.
