Tuesday, June 16, 2009


why not, gangsta?

dinner was a hit.
our super cute neighbor, alma, who wears pink and green tank tops and is growing a beard, invited us to dinner. 
margie the pig (who is a boy) is fed and happy.
half the men at cascina remondenca are invalid.
i'm lying in my bed in this little italian sera in the foothills of the alps, 
and what pops into my head?


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