This would be the best little internet and magazine place I've found so far here in South Beach. I'm fluttering and reeling in a condition unusual and new - the girl - that girl walking down the street, her body was so beautiful, she was the same height as I am, her breasts showed through her shirt, her legs, her hair so bright and shining, her face so pale, so beautiful...
I looked at her and made a funny face of scary - like wow you're a big deal to me, she turned her head sideways and did that. Oh gawsh. I wanna screw wheeewww whewwww.
Wearing pink, and carrying a pink skateboard. Isn't she mine? I think she's mine and I'm like, unworthy or not ready but hell I made it back to Lincoln and walked it up and down looking, every line in mind, what to say - where where can't find her.
I want that one. HER. Okay that's done I'm feeling better now. Interview tomorrow, applications out, so much to do here but it's all a mystery. A mystery is what it always seems to be. That's why I want work in one of the nearby glamorous hotels, that way I'll know some things.
huge impulse to write tonight, but no pc. at last a new overhead light, not neon, that's a mercy finally now I can see that next to buy are storage containers, plastic ones that I can see through. Oh god I want and need all my stuff. Oh god Miami is exactly warm but cool.
I'm betting though I'll be single and quite cool, thin after a while like I was in Prague, and with a cool job, and into the book very deep. The silver moon was a bad idea I guess - it made for a worthless light fixture, but now it's opal or moonstone, so that's what to expect.
Eeek and yikes almost.
Well okay I guess I'll buy a few groceries and try to keep my head together. Wish I knew the easy and nice place to go to find that kinda girl and get naked and get it on, and have like one drink, and smile and get calls.
Gotta run.