Today I gave codemonkeym a haircut and beard trim. 
afterward we spent some time with wine in my study. 

codemonkeym is he a pirate or earnest hemmingway lookalike?

his tail shall be donated to locks of love.

and the rest. . .
to the compost pile?
And tonight!! I shall take my dear little new lady to see a movie at the Mayan ay either 8 or 10. Then to continue drinking red wines. She is so beautiful! ! I think she must be Italian. .. . And I do feel excitement for her!! Not as my lady raven. She is a dove.


codemonkeym is he a pirate or earnest hemmingway lookalike?

his tail shall be donated to locks of love.

and the rest. . .

And tonight!! I shall take my dear little new lady to see a movie at the Mayan ay either 8 or 10. Then to continue drinking red wines. She is so beautiful! ! I think she must be Italian. .. . And I do feel excitement for her!! Not as my lady raven. She is a dove.
my new favorite movie.
and you must know!!
yesterday a friend and I began our journey to the 16th street mall for our lunch break. In the hall just outside my classroom I saw the most beautiful girl. we made perfect eye contact for about ten seconds as we walked toward each other. at one moment I made a certain smile just for her. one of those that says all my thoughts of how I'd love to take her into my will. then she complimented me and smiled. I lost all confidence I melted and became soo very shy. I barely could thank her. after we passed I looked back to find she also was looking back at me. I smiled more. then my friend who was walking with me said to her, "I like your hair." I almost punched him in the face. I love her hair her eyes her skin. For the rest of the day I kicked myself for not saying anything to her. I wanted to see her I wanted to see very much of her. the feeling was so strong I could not contain myself. I almost went home sick.
anyway. today i woke feeling ill. I went to school took some pills tried to relax. I took a ride to the nearby grocery. I needed to get myself out of a funk real quick. when I returned to school my friend came rushing out of the barber shop saying to me that he had been calling me to tell me to get back there ASAP because the girl was sitting outsid very obviously waiting for me because she was taking no interest in any of the guys who were all swarming her. and of course upon my return she was nowhere to be seen. so I was even more distraught. by lunch I was moodily wandering around just out in the hall wondering what I ought to eat or if I should just go home when I saw her!! I walked up to her and we talked for some time oblivious to every one else around us. I learned very many wonderful things about her and she asked me for my phone number before she had to depart. almost immediately after she left, she sent me a message and we have been talking ever since!! I find this all to be quite amazing surreal fantastic. . .but I am nervous. we have similar interests so far but its only been a day. and a fast day at that. I am afraid of the speed. but her beauty!! and her booty!! oh my god i just dont know what to do!!! she wants to come over tonight. I dont know if i should have her over so soon...I would like it to be nice and slow a sweet romantic sort of thing. i know i am thinking too much but i cant help it. this sort of thing never happens to me.
I am currently obsessed with straight razors. . .

I got some color.
And sat happily in the rain

For Easter I made a large pitcher of sangria.

I got some color.
And sat happily in the rain

For Easter I made a large pitcher of sangria.
Feeling somewhat like hell. . .I remember recently dreaming I had made fuck with the devil. His soul was split into two people. A man and a woman. They/he lived in a great house of stone cold and nasty like concrete. It was hidden away in an alley downtown. I had to pass through a door of alternate dimension. Then there were stairs and the climb lasted until my throat was sore and dry. Then the front door was before me and swung open. There were beautiful and ugly servants they gave me a sweet liquor with something maybe lavender. I drank and felt well. I felt dark and peaceful I felt sensuous and wild. I kept my eyes upon him. The two of him. The room filled with sweet smelling smoke. My self and him suddenly and shockingly became entwined in silk and thorns of roses.I watched as his female ate a rose and was pierced by thorns. Her mouth became a most beautiful red. There was no telling of up or down as the smoke and silk were one and blood would not drip but poured or swayed here and there but did not separate. My bleeding felt good. His was beautiful. I was high. When I left all was cold but the deep core of my sex.
I am trying not to fall to sleep. I need to be at the airport at 11 tonight. My bath water is lukewarm and my nose is burning. I've never had allergies before. . .

today time "changed" and two days ago I noticed my garden began to bloom. This afternoon I sat on the porch in the first scorching sun and listened to the sound of my sprinkler system. I loved it.![]()
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last week in school we learned of chemical texture. I will die a happy lady to never see a perm again. This week we are doing color which is something I quite enjoy.


sea salt, burning candle sticks, cups of water and incense. . .I am calm in that smoke. I have thousands of photographs. Are we operating on the same channel? Technology or telepathy. . .


I ate in a sepia colored place some dreamy good food and the atmosphere too consumed. I thought for a moment maybe my only true thought that which is most obvious is the hardest to explain. In windows shattered glass my mind cracks and here I am back.


I wondered at the saw. I saw and she saw. . .but these haven't eyes but inorganic teeth. Chew and lap bite and suck.


I gaze until there is nothing but soot, ash. . .color diluted and thought faded the spoiled the rotten and jaded. Have I too? So suddenly fortunate. . . There was nothing my parents could do. And they said I was nothing.





today time "changed" and two days ago I noticed my garden began to bloom. This afternoon I sat on the porch in the first scorching sun and listened to the sound of my sprinkler system. I loved it.
last week in school we learned of chemical texture. I will die a happy lady to never see a perm again. This week we are doing color which is something I quite enjoy.

sea salt, burning candle sticks, cups of water and incense. . .I am calm in that smoke. I have thousands of photographs. Are we operating on the same channel? Technology or telepathy. . .

I ate in a sepia colored place some dreamy good food and the atmosphere too consumed. I thought for a moment maybe my only true thought that which is most obvious is the hardest to explain. In windows shattered glass my mind cracks and here I am back.

I wondered at the saw. I saw and she saw. . .but these haven't eyes but inorganic teeth. Chew and lap bite and suck.

I gaze until there is nothing but soot, ash. . .color diluted and thought faded the spoiled the rotten and jaded. Have I too? So suddenly fortunate. . . There was nothing my parents could do. And they said I was nothing.






