SAILORS, DESIGN SCHOOL, GETTING LATE

'SAILORS'

sailors make the best drinking buddies. they leave for months, come back,
and unfold the world in layers of beers and whiskey, exotic fabrics, that seem
like GPS maps, beautiful foreigners, and historical sailing ships
disappearing on a life-like horizon of cigarette fog.

'DESIGN SCHOOL'

design school in probably the most existentially-fucked path possible.
nothing is real. everything is ugly. nobody seems to actually excel.
being drunk is the opposite of design school.

'GETTING LATE'

your friend will probably not drop by. put away your cellphone, buy another drink,
look into my face, and tell me how your body aches today.

"what are some words that make sense to you right now?"

"probably these: dive bar spiritual. life-force rejuvenation. drinks, familiar faces, echoes,darkness. architecture of the masculine brain seeming like bar stools and a
long table. obscurity, sensual caress of smoke and whiskey, feeling the architecture
of the feminine brain. un-gendered alcoholism, deceit, treachery, cheating on your
boyfriend, your strange job, your possible self-worth. becoming undifferentiated and
'free.' momentum in the direction of pleasure."