Little Ode To Victoria

Whenever I look up from my desk
& see your picture

I weep.

What's Inside A Girl II

October 20th, 2013

The shutdown is over.

October 28th, 20139:52 am

Isn't it sad that Lou Reed is gone?

October 28th, 2013
12:23 pm

I am in Philadelphia, at a coffee shop in the corner of St. Catharine St only inhabited by white males with their mac books. We are all listening to The Brian Jonestown Massacre. I think it used to be one of my favorite bands, until today.

October 28th, 2013

I had an interesting exchange with one of the girls who attended the class. She was Australian and we talked about working at the customer service (where customer service is in fact a code word for prostitution) industry in the States as opposed to other countries. She simply said: People are the worst. I appreciated her honesty.

Your poem reminded me of the first line in The Wasteland ("April is the cruelest month..."), except for the fact that yours is absolute gibberish.

October 29th, 2013
9:55 pm

To the "Freedom Mortgage Corporation Presents: America." sign I will add the ending of a poem by Frank O' Hara I just read (I randomly opened the book  at page 156, "Rhapsody"):

...lying in a hammock on St. Mark's Place sorting my poems
in the rancid nourishment of this mountainous island
they are coming and we holy ones must go
is Tibet historically a part of China? as I historically
belong to the enormous bliss of American death

(...) Speaking about gibberish again, but not Literary one, my day was gibberish. After a conversation with a lawyer I fell asleep.

Expect my marriage proposal once it is legal for me to be married again.

October 29th, 2013
10:23 pm

We are currently in a hyperbole in which we are both reading each others words.

October 30th, 2013

(...) I am watching a documentary about J.D. Salinger.
There's a beautiful silent footage of him the day of the liberation in Paris where he's wearing a hat and gets a flower bouquet from a Parisian lady.

OK. Enough with the literary drama.

October 31st, 2013
9:37 am

Happy Halloween.
I had a black and white wig, but it was getting in the way.

October 31st, 2013
4:51 pm

I cant remember your eyes, which annoys me. Maybe you weren't wearing them the night we met. 

I am glad my soul is a smoker.

November 7th, 2013

I am listening to Mozart's Requiem in D Minor. I am very thirsty.

November 8th, 2013
1:37 am

I browsed different photos of Mussolini to try to match his face with your possible Mussolini face. I found different expressions, vaguely sexy Mussolini with a cigarette and top hat, mega fascist Mussolini raging during a speech, stern Mussolini... Attached is the photo I found more suitable for your purposes.

(...) This was a very long e-mail.

November 7th, 2013
11:16 am

(...) Feel free to disregard my previous sentence.

5 Discos

- Here Come Everybody (The Wake)
- More Sad Hits (Damon & Naomi)
- That Night A Forest Grew EP (The Clientele)
- I Often Dream Of Trains (Robyn Hitchcock)
- Encuentros Con Entidades (Los Planetas)

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