eventide

Am I hungover, or just tired? I didn't drink much last night, but I guess timing is everything. I'm sleepy and it's beautiful outside, dark twilight + streaky dusky sunset yeah. And I know I should do work but thinking about it makes me wanna cry. And time is running out to do said tear-inducing work cos I'm gonna go up and visit Renee on Wednesday I think and then on the 6th I'm flying out to Austin to see Cristina. Time's a'wastin' and it just makes me feel like a fuckup, which may more or less be justified.

So much drunken love for my friends, who I love even and perhaps especially when I'm not drunk. Sheenamou and I are gonna make porn; just you wait. Keep on the lookout for Tiny and Violet, yo. It's gonna be hot.

And Jaclyn and I rocked Doylestown just like the olden days. I made (300) double-sided legal paper copies and paid for (20) double-sided copies and a packet of rubber bands, as I'd pocketed the rubber cement.


Oh yeah:
#8 is out.
If you'd like a copy please send stamps and/or a buck to cover postage to me at
box 2000/124 raymond ave/poughkeepsie, ny/12604


wheee. over and out, cats.