don't read me - read baudelaire. that's what i've been doing (in between reading statsin a narcissistic fashion. les fleurs de mal, the flowers of evil).

i must stop blogging drunk. i have a 21st speech to write by less than this time tomorrow night.

[i've become addicted to this computer in an ongoing act of desperation]


















(i had descriptive things in a drunken spiral in my mind as i sat taking a shit before... but i've forgotten them all.)