Yo click, plink wow. I looked and found I have not yet been sent to the gray graveyard. Thanks all for sweetness you sent me.
Life is odd as ever, my head is buried in the last run of correction on my stinking novel. Enough already, time to get on with the next.
I with that Erica Jong's "ZIPPER-LESS FUCK" was more than a 60's over simplification of human emotions. She posited that recreation and non emotion sex, i.e. sex with out attachment, was both possible and desirable. From my youthful attempts I found such liaisons shallow and empty. And still some days I wish it were possible to hook up like one goes to the gym of picks up a cup-a-coffee.
Does this sound as shalow and insane to you as it does to me?
I must have lost the thread... I'll go look for it.
Life is odd as ever, my head is buried in the last run of correction on my stinking novel. Enough already, time to get on with the next.
I with that Erica Jong's "ZIPPER-LESS FUCK" was more than a 60's over simplification of human emotions. She posited that recreation and non emotion sex, i.e. sex with out attachment, was both possible and desirable. From my youthful attempts I found such liaisons shallow and empty. And still some days I wish it were possible to hook up like one goes to the gym of picks up a cup-a-coffee.
Does this sound as shalow and insane to you as it does to me?
I must have lost the thread... I'll go look for it.
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We have the same vices. Ha!
I used to have a nightclub across the street from MacArthur Park in about 1984. It was called the Action Club (because I wanted to be first in the alphabetical LA Weekly listing) and I played a variety of music, mostly spinning mod and soul records, while booking punk and 60's garage type bands. So one night, Rodney shows up at my club. I figure this is a good thing, he'll like it and he'll promote it. Greg Shaw had been a great help with letting me have every Bomp or Voxx record I could think of, so I'm thinking Rodney is just a good addition to this liaison. The club was so packed that some nights the fire marshall would show up. There was no reason to be *disappointed* but Rodney did not like my club and left after 5 minutes. I was so bad with those *resentments* that I never listened to him or liked him ever again. Meaning ... I wish you would have kicked his ass. And I hope they didn't let him in for free!
I don't know why I'm telling you this ... I'm such a dork ... I'm still mad about when Carlos Guitarlos called me a poser when I was 17, too.
And here I am bragging about being cool in my journal, huh?
Have a great evening!
How is your son doing?? I hope it's all well. look forward to hearing about yr novel's completion too!
The shoot went fine, I was just crewing yesterday. I was so tired i slept in today.
glad you caught up on my exciting life, hehe just kiddin'.
hope to hear from you soon!!
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