There is a fabled bud of pot in my flokati rug that I remember dropping there two years ago...
- Shall we reminisce?
No, we shall dance.
- would that we would
You are so beautiful to see printed. I love century gothic as a font. So delicate and art deco – to me.
Sunday, November 28, 2004
Santa Monica, California
I'm a bit stagnant. I've stayed in the house for practically two days. It has been blissful and allowed me to digest the wilmington visit.
I have gorged. I have feasted. I have made merry with ale and vine.
But I have a spot on my arse. I have gained a stomach and a chin.
I have a cold today that I think I manifested.
Tomorrow. Ahhh sweet tomorrow is the day of reckonsence.
KCRW is currently playing a version of ‘la vie en rose' en francaise.
At age 33, I am solidifying my understanding of cases in languages.
I am a slow learner – preferring to digest my prey slowly.
I saw the snake museum in wilmington – sure high. It was fabulous. I imagine there is nothing to compare with it in the world. They had asps. Portugeuse fighting snakes. Pythons, tree snakes... gorgeous. I have had no dreams about them.
I did loads of tarot this weekend. I felt very witch-y and magical.
Now to look at the photos on this goodbye to debauchery day... a fond farewell.
Whilst mark is at a 70mm 3-hour print of ‘lawrence of arabia'..
So much digesting time.
I even imagined conceiving a child. very strange. Last night's dream was easy to remember. My mother ran a lonely visitor's shelter - sort of like an order of hospitality thing. greg gulas was there. I was returning there from sheltering someone - kristen shaughnessy maybe? perhaps not so easy to remember.