Straw. You have the sense of an artist and a scarecrow. A favorite song comes to mind so
I write it down. Oh, and there’s Joaquin; more of his confessions. . .e.g, I keesed you like
cardboard. He has such a tiny adorable (is there a better word?) face. “Hello did anyone tell
I write it down. Oh, and there’s Joaquin; more of his confessions. . .e.g, I keesed you like
cardboard. He has such a tiny adorable (is there a better word?) face. “Hello did anyone tell
you you wass sooo handsome?” – no, you’ve never – duh. But I have. I’m wearing new Gap
cargo pants (on sale) striped underwear (black and gray – with sparkles – yes!) and a “TUNE
OUT” t-shirt, a military green jacket (very light), cellphone, black socks (stippled soles), an
old pair of New Balance shoes (gray – like my beard!). The 49ers are playing somebody
and I LIKE drinking in the Castro on game night (The Bar, mostly empty) while writing.
More like writhing. It’s 2:43pm – the music has slowed – the sashimi was good but
it could have been better.
cargo pants (on sale) striped underwear (black and gray – with sparkles – yes!) and a “TUNE
OUT” t-shirt, a military green jacket (very light), cellphone, black socks (stippled soles), an
old pair of New Balance shoes (gray – like my beard!). The 49ers are playing somebody
and I LIKE drinking in the Castro on game night (The Bar, mostly empty) while writing.
More like writhing. It’s 2:43pm – the music has slowed – the sashimi was good but
it could have been better.
