um seriously. why are the berkeley police sitting across the street from me in uniform not doing shit for the last hour drinking coffee. is this their break? do you know nannies never get a break? no 15 minutes. no lunch alone. fuk the po-lice. and when i say that, i mean, why was that song, all she wants to do is dance, by don henley, my first recollection of music? i remember being about 3, in my mom's living room, no one around, me and my cabbage patch doll, dancing to that, thinking nobody is around, no adults give a care about what im doing, and i have a vague sense of knowing that this is about throwing molotov cocktails. a very smart man once asked me, are we anarchists because our parents abused us? all i know is i dont want you to wear a uniform to tell me you have a government sanctioned weapon. i already know. borderlands, crosslands. since i turned 27 my old radar that is true regardless of who is what, tells me the desert will still have me before i settle. so glad so glad so happy. this is the first lover ive ever had that hasnt made me nervous about the future, or made me think that it wasnt something that belonged to my heart and my soul only. the world is my oyster, the road is my home. i love you steve br***. thnk yousomuch. for ever and ever and ever and ever for real!
in my drunken one time ness i ask for some real down hone girls, who get it, yknow who get it. who wanna get there who know dirt, adn dark, and being possessde by som owls and who know some grit, and wanna walk a bit.
i ask for you women, and you men, who know what i mean.
bless uss