Pointing Out The Fact That I'm Undressed

"Life ain't so happy in your little Shangri-La": Ray Davies

Menthol oral anesthetic lozenges. Sunday depression for monday. Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino. yesterday was the lower east side and lowbrows made by and courtesy of saki(s). Like waiting for an invitation during constant references to time and the scent of pine then marijuana then I went home with headphones on more than off. Cursing ones friends is closer to drinking enough to leave messages a little less than more inspirational goading. "Ted" by Ron Padgett. There were guitars and "how you feel without confrontation don't you Why I want feel without how you, I feel all?". Someone turned a year older. I saw the Annie Leibovitz: A Photographer's Life, 1990–2005, an exhibition of more than 200 photographs and turned it into sulking sponsored by American Express. I will listen to what other people have to say about it, but I was disappointed while ruled by crowds, crowding, crowded. New York is far too warmer than the people I met in Thompkins Square Park. Found an umbrella and a book on the United States. The book was bookmarked on the Great Plains. Maybe someone was lost?