Journal of Pirate Lingo*
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* not an actual journal
of pirate lingo
02.06.03 - 7:45 p.m.
Swedish massage from Germaine. Thought it was going to be a black dude but turned out to be a young Irish girl. I liked it best when she cupped my neck and face in her hands. Cool air on body, oil into skin, muscles rolling under her technical touch.
Sex, of which I do not speak
Shitting (second-best sensation, succeeding sex)
Shaking hips (it IS the hips) at T.T. Dance music in SF is usually ok but so rarely transcendent. Music nerdy examples of transcendent:
16B Featuring Morel - Driving To Heaven (Omid's Full Mix)
Slight desperation when sitting in Cafe Boheme, where bohemians such as myself drink coffee and discuss Marxism. Flipping through the Guardian feeling little to no interest in anything. I am stagnating; I have reach a local maximum and the only way to get higher is to get off this hill. Turkey, Australia, grad school, I don't know. Just that my apartment is dank and my neighborhood is run-down and I really would like to be driving to heaven with my eyes dilated and the traffic syncopated.
Aaron Carl - Crucified (Maas Michigan Bass Mix)
Adam Beyer - Remainings III (Dahlback/ Krome remix)
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