• Mood: happy
• Music: Tom Waits - The Piano Has Been Drinking

I sell nothing.

Having just been watching some very violent and erotic anime, while enjoying some milk and cookies, I can say that life ain't so bad sometimes.

I came this close to begging trisa to hang out with me to-day. Begging. But I didn't. I haven't abandoned you, my little hovering demons and faeries.

And Jack Kerouac hasn't abandoned me. In my moment of doubt, of supreme glum-hood, that great holy goof stepped into my psyche, sat me down and talked me through it. Good, sweet ghosts and goodly spirits--I kiss you and send various love-ness-es.

Fire can burn off all your flesh until you're a disgusting, dripping, blackened mess of gore. But fire can also warm you on cold nights.

Ha.