Listening currently to some INXS. There are articles coming, don't hold your breath or you'll suffocate as ever.
I care about you, you Reader(s) of mine, God bless ya et cetera, and there'll be some shit to pore over. Subtext, text, makes no difference to me. I try with all this minimal might, tiny fists clenched, to matter for you. So we'll be something together, soon. Meanwhile: bourbon, desperation, promises.
Status: much in love, much in movement. Minor setbacks, major forward-movements. Long steps on a laughing road to becoming what one has always presumed to be OR SOME SUCH SIMILARLY POMPOUS BULLSHIT. I wanted to move and dance and there were voices saying follow, follow...
