29/4/2010 A bar in Ginza

28/4/2010-Snacks and beer with a friend in Ueno

First night, third time but not for a long time

Find a bar called Beer-saurus. The music is too sexy for itself, too sexy for me too. I drink an American beer in Tokyo. I'll drink Japanese beer in New York. International language of booze.

Tangible desperation hangs. You can smell it on the men on the train, on the street. Heavy whisky vapour. I'll have to crash soon, I'm so tired. Men in black at pedestrian crossings in Ikebukero. Maybe they are Yakuza? There are prostitutes on most corners. They are all big girls by Japanese standards. Busying themselves with mobile love before paid penetration.

Which will come.
I have to leave.
The bar is closing.
I'm going to go sleep.
I am a tourist.
I have no deep desire.
Not here.

Weakness. Maleness. Evaporate.

Riding to work I notice the homeless guys waiting around for breakfast. They are mostly men. Makes me wonder. Makes me think that perhaps men are a bit more more vulnerable to mental problems. A bit weaker emotionally. Perhaps even in the construction of the brain. Men. Engineered poorly. They are only there only for the morning from what I've seen. After that, they seem to evaporate as the sun warms things up.

Weakness. Maleness. Evaporation.

International Rabbit

No.

Slipstream

The best

70 small abstract forms

Recent work

Tar

Lulled, fuzzy.
Warm, thick and heavy
Drink.

Strict

Talk less.
Impact more.

Vlad.
Vlad the impaler.

Goodbye

Goodbye beard.

Travel

Weakness

I wish to make my mind stronger than my emotions.