larkin

stove caught on fire last night, luckily none of the f-ing smoke detectors seem to be working....ruined really nice soup pot.

completely unrelated....

really really miss you. really want a cigarette. a lucky.

we were all about drinking tequila out of a winter hat on the warf while playing madlibs, and the only words were "choad" and "grundle".

and fake forgein ids....the cheapest vodka in the mini-diet coke bottles.

and speaking finnish in mixed company. rollerskating to the pixies in bedrooms.

watching battle royale.../and really awful romanian pop music....looking for the phrase "sugi poula!"


"oh god it's wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much"

-frank o'hara, steps

but then you left us.