PROTEGERAS NOS FOYERS ET NO DROITS

not everday can be a victory day. sometimes, the fact that you're alive and doing your own thing is a victory in itself. when yu know you've done your best at one thing, everything else sits at a notch below, even if it turns out differently than you'd imagined it. nothing is ever a loss if it means that you learned from it.

yes, it's warm outsid in december in toronto. the weather is better now than it's been since october. this is not the toronto i spent my childhood in. and it's fucked up, but some days, you just have to relish the the shining sun.

i'm finall looking forward to a proper good night sleep when this day is over in a few hours.

*****


saw the most BEAUTIFUL girl/woman on the streetcar platform the other day. she was holding a fresh copy of 1984 and reading the early chapters. damn the gurv for having my copy of orwell's Down and Out in Paris and London - read it online if that's your thing here.

i envisioned a situation...

"i see you're reading 1984. if you like orwell, you should read this," i'd say and hand her down and out, "it's our of print."

i'd get up and leave, and when she'd open the front cover and see a note.

yeah, right...

i dug her physique and presence so much in those fifteen minutes that to keep myself from beating off publicly, i had to turn around every so often and look at the guy a wasy behind me who kinda looked like the rev.

someone send me an angel to love me good and lie in bed with me in a time of need.