these days

Last night I didn't go out. I stayed at 408 129th St. Apt. 29 with two Frenchmen and ate rigatoni with sun-dried tomatoes and garlic, and split peas with palta (avocado), more garlic, onion, and frijoles. WE conversed about africa, african women, dancing african women, someone's girl, someone else marrying their girl, a party for the dude at a strip club, lap dances, booty in your face, frustration, sexual freedom, confusing sex roles, comforting positions.

WE started watching Akira Kurosawa's Dreams, but the internet i'm currently stealing failed us. SO we switched to Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, a fantastic film. Must watch. Burton is truly amusing.

The night went smoothly into dreams of wars with aliens, lacking a weapon, and throwing colorfully illuminated frisbees at their heads.

Heat worked better than two nights before.

Woke up with the drilling from the construction next door, followed by nose trumpet music.

I hear the birds, and i think of spring.

Tall buildings, gray, small trees, green, lonely people, rainbow, lovely faces, turquoise, rain, blue, flowers in the air, red, i breathe hard, black, and the flag waves for life.

Banged real hard on the drums to-day....ooo yay.! CALL if you wanna jamjamjamjamjam-6.4.6.5.0.5.8.4.3.9

peace, SW.