They teach you drunkenness

From TimeOutAtSea

 They teach you drunkenness. 
 RED VELVET ROOM: Staircase XMZA Door 424.
 Users have a vocabulary of their own. 
 Was it a 10-minute high? The hollow casing of a pen?
 I am a dream lab on the East Coast. 
 Bodies of small-boned people falling from the sky. 
 (Pushed by men?)
 We each have our own place to drink and rot. 
 M, O, T, H, E, R, October 24, 1999: 
 The hula dancer's devil taught me new words. 
 Dreams? Dreams! Subjugation is considered a great disgrace. 
 Where are our umbrella hearts? 
 Hipbones and wide eyes could not remember. 
 She is a female. He shivered. 
 "Look, over there. I want to show you something.  Come closer to the window."
 In the yard of the abandoned French hospital the bag came loose. 
 Bodies filled the air. 
 I have had quite enough.  Place your bet. 
 Radiation treatment. Beware the dead.  And hail them. 
 Their world was a nightstand dream. 
 Long Live my Cleaning Lady!
 
 
 
 Your shattered body parts? 
 
 
 tradition 
 massive amounts of people in campfires 
 military quarters 
 3 days worth of supplies 
 
 read me a bedtime story 
 Querelle 
 
 draw into my mouth over
 the speakerphone
 CALL COLLECT 
 exhausted 
 
 Art Apprentice under Studio 402 Germany, Scotland, Russia, Liberal Arts Minor 
 in 
 Philosophy B.A. Producing and directing Hobbies: Gourmet food and fine wine;
 flying;
 sailing; skiing; limited to sixteen participants. Chase Manhattan Bank doctorate 
 VIDEO 
 INTERVIEWING Anderson Gallery skilled in studio performance, intellectually 
 informed 
 in art history, criticism and aesthetics, HTML coding School of Visual Arts
 freelance 
 writer/consultant Self-employed position MAJOR Drawing/Painting Intern - wrote 
 stories, 
 operated video camera Studied British Law and Politics in London, England, 
 Summer  
 Dean's List Graduated Valedictorian of Nile dam above Aswan, Egypt willing to 
 travel
 journalist ballet 18 years M.F.A. mural creation in Washington, DC art history
 specialization metals, and photography if you are an artist, and did not get a 
 chance to 
 submit this year, you'll be pleased to know that you may continue to submit Art
 calls upon 
 our heightened sensibility to reveal the multiplicity of realms yet to be discovered, 
 yet to 
 be realized. spread far out into the capillaries of our culture Founder's Hall we 
 have a very
 small number of years left to fail or succeed A Tribute to Jacques-Yves 
 Cousteau 
 Narwhale Bourbon shipwreck cleared of blame deckhand job on privaete Yacht 
 donate 
 your typewriters to foreign sailors PASSPORT NO. (066366) 257167 P/P
 ISSUED. 
 14.DEC.1985 P/P EXPIR. 13.DEC.1999 
 
 I love the sea because it is physical 
 
 
 I love you because you are beautiful 
 
 Your spine dive in french perfume. 
 

Jiggle Hut

 Interimlovers 
 
                                Alexandra LuLu Orange 
                                9/27/99 10:40 PM