Teeth chattering middle class white B-Boy E-Heads. That kind of party...
Luved up and reeling. Strangers walking in off the street looking for Steve. There is always someone looking for Steve. Oh say it ain't so... Steve...
posted by Rollo Kim at 10:53 AM
I'm finding it increasingly difficult to focus - to maximize my time - the weekend becomes as permenant as a box of matches or a glass of water [a smeared, thumb-printed Tia-Maria glass]. Bruised sleep. Unfocused clothing.
posted by Rollo Kim at 10:39 AM 