What a strange whack incensing week I had...was it the moon? No sé. But they say it was...is, the moon...Things, after a joyous Sunday night, were off. Interactions were strained. Sleep was anxious. The winds came in from San Francisco. Tears made themselves cozy in the hammock of my lower lids. I felt like I had been smoking as there was a general fog that coated my days and thoughts. I rode uptown when I meant to go downtown. I strolled down 12th Avenue. And then I hallucinated that money grew in gum ball machines.
14 February 2009
San Balentín y La Luna
What a strange whack incensing week I had...was it the moon? No sé. But they say it was...is, the moon...Things, after a joyous Sunday night, were off. Interactions were strained. Sleep was anxious. The winds came in from San Francisco. Tears made themselves cozy in the hammock of my lower lids. I felt like I had been smoking as there was a general fog that coated my days and thoughts. I rode uptown when I meant to go downtown. I strolled down 12th Avenue. And then I hallucinated that money grew in gum ball machines.
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