Twentysomething

Life is like sitting around on a lazy rain filled sloppy Sunday afternoon talking about doing something, anything, while Charlie Parker is on the 'phone and your fingers are tap tapping on the rough edge of her photo. Went to DiVerseCity, a poetry reading at la Negrita the other

Used to Italian and French styles, the Russian themes and characterizations were strange at first, but gradually, I got a chance to see the whimsy and affection behind the images.

Went to Sorn's 'sex' party over the weekend.  Penis cake, nipple cupcakes, dildo shots and a big cock piñata.  Good times.  Nobu was being a perv but he calmed down well enough. I haven't seen that much smoke in a room since college.  Well,

I walked passed a deserted place and came upon a vacant lot. Through the rusty fence the weeds grew high, beautiful, like trembling dreams falling upwards into the mournful indigo sky.

I would even surmise that most of the items on these interest lists are there because they are interesting to note rather than interests that arise from any special passions.

It was such an exhilarating afternoon, one that made me want to belt out a throaty hoot as the promise of autumn hit me in the jaw. The trees bent to the sidewalks as their creased leaves tugged and pulled the graying branches towards the ground in their annual journey to dirt and roots.