_tag a war

no, i don’t know html, but as it turns out i’m fluent in copy\paste. with a little help from my good friend a.

click on the creamy pea soup to see who’s it.

_tag

you’re it

_just for me

is it bad karma to steal somebody else’s fortune cookie? we were sitting in one of those chinese restaurants with the big round tables. the french couple sitting next to us left their fortune cookies unopened. i, of course, couldn’t resist…

_adam baruch 1945-2008

my dear, once you’re here, as they say, my dear, so you say something too, my dear, it’s the pasa doble, my dear, pleats? at your hight? at your age? my dear, let’s enjoy what we’re allowed to do, my dear, but not while i’m asleep, my dear, keep in mind, people will talk, my dear, time out? how much time do i have left?

_on my way to chattrapathi shivaji international airport

i crossed myself. i double crossed.

i put on my best face,

or at least the one i could find.

then it vanished.

perhaps because i covered it,

perhaps because i removed the covers.

_mi amar le mi ve matay?

_almost here

i am not this body\ Ceci n’est pas une pipe\ this isn’t love

_bedscape

then he will take me to the room\ with the white bed\ and walls\ to the edge\ we might fall\ too cold\ too hot\ in the white room\ too late\ too soon\ in the white\ room