Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Hanging outside of this 9th floor window of an Apt. constructed & visited by Mussolini.
I attempt to comprehend this Re Di Roma family. These Amerikanis plus Miss English who has joined us to form this living alliance.
I fell asleep on the red couch with my stand in brother a night ago. It's funny how quick connections equal ease when your away from the streets that steadily report the past.
Aleshia Dixon is singing through the tube -- "Give it to me right or don't give it to me at all." She's right.
In some cases wanting maybe more electrifying then having -- Tapping into such energies -- Such happy cripplings of the rational minds.
The seagulls fly here at night. They're white breasts are mobile stars that can shit on your bare feet. I'd know.
Shall I end this trip now? Nah I think not -- Albeit, it may be time to move on