October 2010
“A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
i could still smell her in my beard when i got in the whip with macgrrrregor and red-lipped czarnecki to hit the spot and one of them put on pixies and it got me arrow-flung sylvia-style into some kind of goat meditation where instead of hands i had hooves and all around me was barn stink and ewes acres of dumb ewes placid like fish in a grotto. the street spoke in steam from the vents...
“Whether drugs lead to illumination or degradation depends on the spirit in which...”
– George Andrews 