Sunday, December 25, 2005
don't touch that!
2006, move: I can't see.
France is the future (unless, you know, you're brown or whatever.) I put these little white earbuds in my ears and listen to this man sing over and over, sometimes. Wearing tight jeans, I wish I could go see this. Look forward to Javier Marias' old new novel to be translated for Amerikkkans next year. If Austin is where you have a zip code, go here. Now. And walk this trail before Jesus goes night night again.Dream like 60's drugs, but without the sleazy fashion.
Tokyo loves us.
