I had a crazy evening. Spoke with lots of people,(friends Nathan, Caroline, Mother) listened to a lot of people speaking (Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs)
I took a cold bath to quell my fever, put whiskey in my tea for the same reason, and plopped myself online to be immersed surprisingly in a conversation that is making me laugh and laugh and yet think hard in my fevered delirium: A chat with a friend:
how is it 1040 already
i am drinking a bottle of wine and listening to damian rice…
editing 200 pictures and feeling a bit fucked…what is 1040?
fucked in a good way??
then it is going to be 1048… no way to stop that shit.
fucked in a bad way.
sorry to hear it
that is ok!
im fucked too
its okay half of america is
i dont know but i started weeping at parachute two hours ago
i have 845947667 orders, no money and the flu so bad i havent been able to work in 4 days
what are these photos of
87% of america… i listen to sad music when i weep… then i weep again. shit, you have a heavy program… photos of diferent people that i have to send to my agency
i like your quote
weep, then sad music, then more weeping, then more sad music, then a little bit quiet..
then do you fall asleep?
i am hearing some gunshots..
NO JUMP UNDER THE BED
no i can start reading again..
the gun shot are very far..
and i am already under the bed.
youre right that was me firing my gun
i am laughing very hard
wait i hav eto put another damain rice.. i need more weeping.
i was making fun of him yesterday in my head
you and i have a lot of music in common days
and i don’t hear the gunshots.
that is my teeshits: I LISTEN TO DAMIAN RICE SO I DON”T HEAR THE GUNSHOTS!
jesus what a statement
when you were a little boy in france did you ever think you would grow up and say ” I LISTEN TO DAMIAN RICE SO I DON”T HEAR THE GUNSHOTS!”
wait.. this is a beautiful comment…
you just made me cry..