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.