I don't even know what to say about Ferlinghetti. How'd he change the way I think? Well, shit. That's a stupid question. In other news: I have been writing. And it is good. And many good-looking creatures have been showing up, all over the place. Boyish charm, 10 years my senior. And someone to buy me cigarettes When I am in need of a thought crime. Oh, my.
I really could use some reefer in my cookie right about now. I really could use some oil in my engine right about now. I really could use some fishhooks in my sturge....ok
I am terribly sorry. And, yes, DancerAnnie, when it comes to Ferlinghetti, I am quite sock-rockable too.
krystin? cigarettes? pshaw i agree with george i could use some reefer in my cookie as well (trying to fight the urge to go out and buy a gram and take bong hits) i'm glad you have been writing, can i see/read something kryssy-poo. your stuff always is inspiring, and with this terrible urge i have right now i need some inspiration to fight it.
Actually, I had a blunt and yes, I probably hit the bong a good nine times. It's rather dry here, at the moment. It's crazy, you know... because you'll be like "Okay, we need a happy and a cutie pie" and he's like "I can't do more than two blunts and one over eight" "So that's like a G?" "*cough*$45."
I could use some sparknotes in my essay right about now... and some concentration in my system... little less honey in my tea, and the only man in my life right now is my male brain complex.