seams

sad to say, i had two cigarettes last night. disgusting, i know, but they were divine. Last night was far too beautiful a night to spend at home, so out i went. Hedwig was playing at midnight at the Music Box, danny came along. The mood was sort of melancholy, though we are both huge hedheads. perhaps because we both wished we had someone special to spend saturday night with, in an entirely non platonic way. It was a familiar melancholy, though, and therefore bearable.....I've read somewhere that you can read a writer's work and trace back to what they've been reading just as you can go through an animals entrails and tell what their last three days were like. I wonder can you do that with people, read their entrails, divine their secrets and perhaps read omens for the future. The romans read the entrails of sacrifices to divine the will of the gods. I wonder what my entrails would tell a reader. Certainly i haven't been kind to them.