January 2011: I would but that the night last longer
‘Live for all the beautiful moments,’ sez me circa 12:45 a.m. Jan. 1, 2011. Oh how the years keep piling up behind us.
- And there’s fewer in front of us, shrinking smaller with each marching minute.
I thought she was the devil, but she was just like everyone else.
Just foggy enough to make it all clear.
I am a shitting screaming fucking monster of all human happiness.
In the past 24 hours, I’ve been awake for four.
- In the past 24 hours, I’ve been awake for 22.
My cell phone is dead. I want to cry.
I would but that the night last longer.
I am still upset.
- He: Phone?
- Related to it.
Let’s keep the good times rolling, with ourselves & everyone.
Love & tired eloquence; joy & less-than-accomplished. Drowning & pulled in every direction till my limbs jump away on their own, till my ligaments snap & hang open torn.
A tranny tried to get me to come back to her motel room. Twice.
Even Fred Astaire is dead. What chance have we got?
- She: Same as Fred did, minus the tap shoes.
I want to be a benevolent force & reason for sighs when absent. But vice versa is fun too.