I need to kill a lot of pain. And gay.
“I’m out of one of my pills
so I really need to pick them up today.”
Let it go.
Tony’s Cable Car — TMJ — acupuncture didn’t help.
Pather Panchali instead of ferry to Sausalito (awesome!).
“When I grow up
I want to be Mandy Moore.”
Sure, I’d like out of my cage now. Would that be possible?
The rain is stifling. The books get soaked—words
all greasy.
My BFF says it’s impossible to experiment at 40.
Achy, and generally a mess.
Did I already say this?
—Stupid Greedy Writers
