party trix

towards the end of the night, find someone who is holding a drink in the hand that they wear their wrist watch on.


' excuse me, could you tell me what time it is?'



hilarity ensues.







it's kind of a dick move, but a lot of the times it starts conversations. that and pointing out the fact that someone doesnt look like they are having fun. who's concerned with time at a party?


at the first birthday party ever thrown for me ( 23 i think...pretty sure....it was raucous) i was the last person to be shown the door. at 8.30 the next morning. after an epic game of pin the tail on the donkey. which i am fairly certain i lost....but i cant recall.


i stumbled home to bob dylan and parent callings. a futon rich with warmth and distance. all at once. movies of the life i never saw in theatre. november. there was porn confetti and puppy sized holes in one's heart. scotch. i could never be a proper bouncer. i'm too friendly.





'he's related to you....'





sonic astral projections detailing the fall/outings of a summer once spent true. i dont know what inspires the thoughts of cinders and swirling mysticism of the northern nevadan desert. what makes the sunshine.




lateral~ism. that seems new.
remember ghost lakes and the new.
remember.