suzanne

I forget to pray for the angels,
and then the angels forget to pray for us.

Behold my new vinyl.

It'll be a night of red wine. I'll lie myself as if nothing were just about to be eaten by dullness, as though the thread that holds me were as strong as a knot of a young and adventurer seaman. . .but it's clearly not the truth.

By the way, congrats to me. I got the job as the resident DJ for Las tardeadas del Señorial. Every Friday 15-20 pm.