|Posted on Sunday, May 12, 2002 - 11:16 am: |
Secondary effects squared?
|Posted on Sunday, May 12, 2002 - 11:12 am: |
There I was sitting in my car drinking absinthe out of a Knob Creek flask. [A Christmas promotion] It burned straight out of the flask, but was delicious. Dark grey and pouring rain, I run up the steps and into St. Joseph's Church sliding into a freak pew behind a giant column.
Then... the stained glass Saints start giving me the fisheye. The leader, a nasty Miss Jackson, gritting teeth in a purple and gold Donnatella Versace/ Versace. Across from her, her nemisis, St Courtney the Unloved, in a ripped and torn bloody rag. The secondary effects of secondary effects.
|Posted on Saturday, May 11, 2002 - 8:50 pm: |
I can see P!!!!!!!!!!!
|Posted on Saturday, May 11, 2002 - 7:56 pm: |
There I was sitting down drinking absinthe out of a paper cup. It was delicious. Elizabeth Vargas was giving out the news. "Blah Blah Blah" she goes...
Then... her voice is all inhaled helium and bouncing around a metal garbage can. The effects of secondary effects.
Judy Meuller is snake-wrangling, like some Moms-Pies Isak Denison in an unbuttoned safari shirt. I can see the perspiration on her tattoo. My tongue perspires.