what I was really thinking,
if you get a chance to do the things worth doing,
you somehow rode that wave,
you know, really went deeper and found places you only dreamed of,
it seems like it is better than treasure,
better than a candy bar when you were six, better than holding your old Da's hand on the way out the nave,
I mean better than anything...
My friend never got off heroin because of that feeling...
As to crying for love...
well yes, over and over, once down to loving myself I realized my lapses in personality were as delusional as pretending I become more like someone I emulate by emulation...
I yam what I yam...
You is what you is...
damn maudlin...
curmudgeons club women accepted begrudgingly...
I pictured you in a studio splattered with the detritus of creation somehow in a dolly -Italian singer blasting in the background- assistant at the ready, "yes Sir Mr. C, here's your coffee, just how you like it, buffalo fat and beeswax added,,,,
We had a bonfire here last Saturday night,
howling and all...
you could come to our next party if you want Rob, you'll be a guest of hono5r
there'll be a mix and a few hotties past 50 (really)
they're interesting too,
My own Grandma, (92) still comes to them occasionally and gets a little tight here or there, sweet as hell until she has that 3rd 1
We'll have a Passionetta Regata----
I'll end up having to listen to some old maid reciting the ten reasons...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBH8o8XXnVM