OK, I'm tired of looking at my old journal entry, but my mind is blank at the moment. Consider this sort of a place-holder entry until I get the neurons firing properly again. I'm going to a "naughty cheese party" on Saturday--perhaps that will perk me up.
One thought... if I could be anywhere right now, it'd be at the wheel of my old 72' Coupe deVille, driving through the desert at dusk, with the Clash's first album on the stereo. Hmmm... maybe there's room for a foxy hitchhiker in this vision, whip-smart and sassy and just a little sad, running from some murkily dangerous past. And a roadside dive up ahead with cheap beer and Hank Williams on the jukebox.
Well, that's a fun little vision! So tell me, where do you want to be?
One thought... if I could be anywhere right now, it'd be at the wheel of my old 72' Coupe deVille, driving through the desert at dusk, with the Clash's first album on the stereo. Hmmm... maybe there's room for a foxy hitchhiker in this vision, whip-smart and sassy and just a little sad, running from some murkily dangerous past. And a roadside dive up ahead with cheap beer and Hank Williams on the jukebox.
Well, that's a fun little vision! So tell me, where do you want to be?
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we walked into the theatre to find two guys sitting at a small table playinng chess...naked.
when they got to the part about duchamp losing his virginity, one of the guys probed a woman in the audience about her experience with the same. when he asked her where the guy was now, she said 'deceased' i give him credit for saving a potentially awkward moment.
lots of planned randomness and mayhem
guys in skirt and makeup
at the end there was a guy lying in the anteroom uner a large glass pane. i placed a flier in his open hand and called it performance art. everyone thought it was funny. it was a classic moment. just ask my friends