marine porn & peter pan

andy pink, tenafly, new jersey —

talking giving head with the boys at the shop — moog —

live from office depot, it's toner tuesday!

at ula, the fantastic mister foxy is not here, and perhaps he never was here. amidst dykes and other variants of woman, my plan — now that the manuscript is off — is to pursue the capital project, "ruins of capital," i am at the capital volume one section, on the commodity, and use-value, exchange-value, and labor-time.

i considered a trip to the new government ctr station this morning — it's just the type of public works public transportation project i can get on board and hump — but i decided to get off at park and abuse the communism at the "community cafe" of panera down the street from my psychic, who recently died of aids, and who will be missed. i imagine a psychic is better off in the heavens but we miss him below. god, did he lose a lot of weight — alex, so long old friend, you have misled me for long enough —

ways p*trick can respond to me:

1. cornbread muffin (delivered to my bldg via ups)

2. blueberry pie (delivered to my berklee office via fedex, signature required)

3. blueberry cobbler (delivered to my summer home in aspen via priority mail usps)

4. blueberries, plain (not delivered, but imagined as possible gift response)

5. blueberries, with plain yogurt (thrown at me)

6. unspecified flavor of blueberry pancake (again: not delivered, but imagined as possible gift response)

7. bottle of zyprexa (delivered in person)

8. wedding ring, copper (not delivered but still purchased)

9. wedding ring, silver (not purchased but still delivered)

10. wedding ring, lifesaver, flavor cherry (stolen and both delivered and not delivered in unspecified form of magic trick, mana optional)

the sort of massive conundrum of the situation: gift registry

we will never agree!

i am not going to order at ula this morning because i am out of money. i am the only gay guy here — except for —

the *bucks signs — sure to generate traffic; i'll put one up in ula too, maybe under the name of andy pink, just because, do you know what i mean? —

i talked to trevor this weekend and there is trouble in paradise. he's actually thinking of bailing on the psy.d from bgsp — terrible idea — and a credential he needs if he really want to continue publishing. his first book with karnac — surprisingly — was rather awesome, but i think they agreed to publish it only because of 1) the quality, 2) his dick, 3) his dick, 4) his dick, 5) his dick —

i don't think i ever liked trevor. i was just lonely.

one of the ancillary effects of the sign plot: he will be forced to check the website to see what i have said about him every day from hereon — in a way, i can tell him about his day every morning before he is forced to endure it —

andy

i forgot to mention the marine porn issue: so the really hot guy in the vid from last night — the one whose lips and innocent enthusiasm trumped his dick — he had a tattoo ("tatt") on his chest that read: "to die would be an awfully big adventure" — this is of course a quote from j barrie's peter pan, but it is incorrectly cited; the proper quote, which i cross-referenced with my french edition of the novel, the pages of which are infrequently used to mop up my satisfaction — correctly is stated: "to die will be an awfully big adventure" — the distinction will/would is crucial here because his choice of miscitation (which i will generously assume to be intentional, either by him or the tattoo-tress) — the miscitation of "would" suggests that he will never die and that he is immortal. knowing that to die — which he won't — will be an awfully big adventure can only be a reminder of what he will lose because he can't. to mourn the loss of death — immortality — this made me harder than any liberated lips.

i am very much in love with patrick and i think i was at the first moment i witnessed him. it is a sad story worthy of blueberry yogurt (fruit on the bottom).

i can say with some certainty: patrick is the most beautiful man i have ever met. that said: his small motor manipulations are downright faggy.

yoplait — but light,

andy pink

i still don't know what greek yogurt means. but perhaps that's because i'm from aspen.