Wednesday, January 24, 2018

El bondigas and jasmine

Another mass shooting. I see your thoughts and prayers are working exactly as expected. Let's keep doing that instead of, you know, literally anything else.

Lucy Liu is shoving her face between the armrest of my chair and my thigh.

I will not be ignored, mister! Oh look, my duck! 

Annnnddd now she moved to the other side.

Cat Stevens on the iTunes makes for a lot of stopping and just listening this morning. That voice and his story telling... sublime.

My Uncle Charlie had this amazing apartment in West Hollywood, HUGE living room window that overlooked a little forest of a garden and just outside the kitchen was a deck that sat above the garage. If I close my eyes and just listen, after awhile, I can smell the cooking and garden smells dancing together.

It wasn't just Cat Stevens. It was the Beatles, Diana Ross and the Supremes, Marvin Gaye, disco, so much fucking disco.

You ever hear a song you forgot you loved? Maybe the first song you ever learned the words to when you were four or five? Then you hear it all this time later and realize, shit, I forgot that part but you keep singing and, for a moment, you're that happy little kid again.

Then you realize it's on the "oldies" station and your mortality slaps you in the face like dick to a porn star's face.

Titty sprinkles!