humberthumbert

let's talk about ANAL FISTING!

or, let's not.

my weekend involved large amounts of chocolate pudding and insanity. this was from the pudding wrestling that took place during pigstock 04, the party where they roasted a pig and a bunch of bands played. i got stoned with the leigh girls. after that, things really picked up.

everything falling apart around me has the effect of making me feel less crazy.

today, after reading ben's "international male" catalog in the car (it is full of goofy gay-looking men in linen pantsuits) we lazed around in bingham and watched undergrads. "i'm the man-a-tee!"

another thing today was that tristram had coaxed a cat into his room and was feeding it tupperware containers of milk and it was very adorable.

look, it's some writing:

...

Loyalty

You visit me, years after the war. You are less than the building you were, less flickering film strip. You are flesh and bone, mon petit oiseou, as I gather you crudely to me in the doorway, your suitcases leaving your hands.

We walk the primordial earth through gravel paths, past the drifting glaciers. Sitting on the edge of the world looking out over green, paramecia breeding in the lake, I tell you I wish time moved backwards, so we could watch the parts of every outcome folding back into itself, so we could relive the first moment we see a certain person, now knowing everything that would come.

Would we be able to change things? you ask.

That was how it was going to be, but I am thinking of my losses and I say, No.

I wouldnt like that at all, you say. I remember our bedroom, pulling a blanket over your knees to protect you from the falling bombs.

...

that isn't finished yet.

tomorrow i have to find out gull lake dates and also get the machete.

goodnight.