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picture of me at a party. it's not blurry, i'm just pulsating with energy.
walking through the duomo area of milan, i heard a string trio performing on the street; the music juxtaposed with a homeless woman groaning for money about twenty feet away.
yesterday morning i laid in max's bed as he read cards and did charts for his astrology clients. he describes most of them as grassa (fat) and pazza (crazy). having sex with someone who says "si" and "bello" and "bambino" with zero irony is, well, something; soon i'll work up the courage again to write about this stuff, but for now it's nice to be getting fucked, a lot, again.
yesterday afternoon i went to messagerie musicale and bought books in english: this much i know is true, by wally lamb, and asleep, by banana yoshimoto. looking forward to having a book to look forward to at the end of the day; i've been reading funeral rites by jean genet (thanks, jason!) but i need to take a break from it.
the most disappointing new site i've seen is lacoste.com, for its clunky online "catalogue" and lack of functionality, content, or even the shit on its print ads.
nice crop shot of my plunging neckline.
posted August 20, 2000 in delivery. 20022001