Monthly Archives: July 2023

Emily Dickinson Antithesis – I’M FUCKED – ARE YOU FUCKED TOO

July 18, 2023 – 12:29 pm

I’m fucked. Who are you? Are you fucked too? Then there’s a pair of us. Don’t tell them. They are not us. They’d snitch us out – You know. How dreay to no be fucked! How dreary as a frog. To live as an alias to please them All summer long To an admiring bog.

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Hate/Love Le Ballade de Melody Nelson

July 17, 2023 – 2:38 pm

Music sucks in Pattaya. Old farangs sing to HOTEL CALIFORNIA and bar girls dance to boy band love ballads, while Thai bands play dinosaur rock for drunken tourists. Nothing wrong with a bad reprise of SMOKE ON THE WATER, except I once lived in nightclubs and bars in which music meant more than a tune […]

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Mona Lisa Massage Bangkok

July 17, 2023 – 2:41 am

Teenage boys in the early 70s were not supposed to like Joni Mitchell, but once I loved to France in 1982, I loved the line from FREE MAN IN PARIS. “I was a free man in Paris.” My freedom remained unfettered throughout the next two decades and while living in Thailand, I changed the lyrics […]

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July 20, 1978 – Provincetown – Journal Entry

July 16, 2023 – 2:35 pm

Provincetown is packed with cruising homos and hippies retired from the world. P-Town is the end of the world. Thankfully beyond the end of US6 and a ferry ride away from Boston. Ann suffers from motion sickness after a morning session of sit-ups and yoga. I feel free her, fresh sea air, a morning fuck, […]

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ENTREZ NOUS by Peter Nolan Smith

July 16, 2023 – 9:52 am

The scene at BSir’s in Hamburg collapsed in December 1982. SS Tommy, a vicious St. Pauli pimp, presented a bill for physical services of my girlfriend. 9500 Deustchmarks. Itemized by acts. At least he hadn’t charged me for her pretend caresses. Astrid had never mentioned she was working for him, but the blonde musclebuider said, […]

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