| I usually just lay under the dark sky penniless and directionless wondering which company
wants to fund my booze habit...
im guessing one millions moms would like to see me put up in a hotel with a crock pot and
pier one imports...its gets serious when i either get a plant or a pet.
Im guessing it was one of the breeded dogs that usually walk the veterans parkway on the way to
my sandy death by the beach daily that is the earphone fairy. so now i can listen to trance again
and have the drag queens complain their bored and the endless loops and melodies only sound
good in a deep sedated state of mind...
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| I visited a chapel in my sleep. It was a house owned by a woman who came out to greet me in a
slay guided by too smiling dogs...we then went to the back yard where there was a skirted monkey
and beautiful fountains of all different colors and then a hot topic...i woke up in a cold sweat and
had was guided out back to the street by a woman dressed in a suit. its always the lesbians who
have the most gay pride i think.
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"What is fruity on here? A dead WHITE POLICE MAN? 2 Words: BOLO -NOXZEMA JACKSON"
Then they have to hotel some industry town that probably would hang them from the trees...
I walked to trader joes today with a hangover that felt like i had a screwdriver lodged in my brain stem behind my neck. last night i remember chugging rum alone by the rail road tracks trying to get drunk as fast as i can only to barely miss a rain storm as i layed hunkered under my tent while it poured outside. Noahs ark floated to the tune of Madonna's Video Frozen which in my drunken dream stupor looked like san francisco bay before the golden gate dam burst....
anyway i bought a salad that got tossed after the dressing spilled in my purse...
Im still tenting and their is a thief amongst us. My ruck sack was plucked from my high hill up on that overpass...in el segundo and i put out a craigslist ad but no clues have surfaced as to who r what posses someone to steal shorts, a pair of levis and old navy underwear...maybe a crazed fan...maybe a murderer......
im slowly infecting myself with the LA drag scene..and infect is correct. After ex-strapulating myself with a self storage for my laptop, i went out to a club and the next day i had body aches and fever to the tune of flu like symptoms...coincidently and uncooperatley Vons does not cater to Hamburger Mary's Long Beach because i owed the illness to a suspect Meat Loaf that i picked up the very same hour and night that cinderella had to catch the last midnight train to tents ville.... A bottle of pills and a bottle of tequila later i was back that same friday with scandalous sleeping accomadations of course but non the less i enjoyed a night of drag performances.
Speaking of scandalous accomadations if u need a place to sleep just find a highway in la and the shoulder serves more than a rumble in the jungle camp site and if u dont mind waking up next to used syringes, bugs and condoms then
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