Monday, April 26, 2010

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

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Thursday, April 15, 2010


Lulled, fuzzy.
Warm, thick and heavy

Saturday, April 10, 2010


Talk less.
Impact more.

Vlad the impaler.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Sunday, April 4, 2010



I wish to make my mind stronger than my emotions.