2001-06-25 :: 4:26 p.m.
I gotta hankering. My Sista 'Nun and I must paint.the.town.red.and.black.and.blue. This weekend.
And you know the word spreads 'cause the Google search yesterday was for "Ruby Redd Foxx." Omen, sign, portent of good/evil? Who's to say? Someone's started looking. And that's a start. We're going places. Or we're staying in, shrieking to the stereo. *** God, I can't stop mentioning summertime. How everything, everything is so right in JuneJulyAugust. Things just coming together, over briquettes a-blazing, icy fruitcocktail concoctions cooling in the bloodstream, fireworks from roof, PM breezes still warm through windows, sweat-soaked 'Nuns in Don Hill foot-aching ecstacy, My Boy beneath Florida nightskies. I. Cannot. -Repeat- Cannot. Wait.
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