By | 23 September 2001

Know your luck, stray from it as soon as it is known. Luminous party – despite a sky purple with rage, pummelling taxis. Formulaic, these desires seem very old and I can't stop tearing up the evidence. Life gets sodden in the torrential rain. The horror is, so far I approve only of this moment. Spirituality a la Hollywood interposes its blank cheque and I wish I had a particular friend with whom to drink. That place with the black walls, the unending core. It taught me to keep promises. It's just like the Hotel California: check out any time you like but you cannot leave. This city is a map of adaptive desire, like the DNA of a tree. Thoughts spill into my lap. I shake them back into the air like an apron full of daisies.


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