mean time
I have no class and my work cancelled on me and the people I know are busy so I am using the mean time to: hit the mu(seum) and the stu(dio) and the (sub)stack
A lot of the women I know have been visited by angels. It is usually late at night and often not all too life-changing but certainly remarkable. Nothing is on the biblical scale. But there have been various sexual encounters through locking eyes with the moon. I’ve never been visited by an angel (except for all of the people who are angels which I believe to be(half) true.) Currently, I am doing my best to see signs (birds and numbers mostly) in the meantime. Hopefully, I am young and hot enough that an angel will come visit me and I can figure out what the deal is. Hopefully, I am soft-spoken and confusing enough that an angel will get curious. It’s all for them, guys, just trying to get some angels down here.
Here is what I am doing:
bikes are really very attractive. Speed and grace, floating, kites, etc.
I bought this bike from a man on craigslist and am really smitten. Her name is Stella. I have wrapped her in reflective tape to refer to her being a beam of light.
Here I am taping it up and on the phone. Biking in Boston is like subway surfers but the trains are pedestrians and the cop chasing you is a guy door dashing on a moped smashing down the sidewalk and getting annoyed at me.
