Tuesday, April 7, 2009

smoke gets in your eyes

Tonight I feel smoky but good.

It's good to have friends you look up to, respect and enjoy.

The women in my life are serene, cloudless eternal giants. And fun and flighty and hammy and shammy. I love them, I love these friends. I love the real thing, bursting buds

the rough tang of otherness

and I get to enjoy the sensation of being a live creature among live creatures.

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