mark is sleeping in my bed. I don’t know where I am sleeping yet. The living room will be too full of people to comfortably sleep there. I have always been able to maintain control. situations. things. we have a really smashing answering machine message right now. Of course my mother calls and remarks in…
A knock came on my window yesterday afternoon, the illustrious vectorman was back in the house, consequently, back in my life. To what extent one never knows. I started remembering snowstorms in Brooklyn, torn down loves. trust. fate. Spent much of yesterday afternoon, crouched down in the park, drawing diagrams with him..diagrams of sticks and…
so yea. This new friend. Hanging out with him makes me feel a little less meat-like in terms of the usual come ons and chilling experiences I have encountered in my life…Most of the time, I’ll hang out with someone and they spend the majority of the time pawing, haphazard attempts at jumping in my…