The first night of the parade show 'The New Yorkers.'
Stewardess lipstick on my fingernail.
Doorzakken with Americans.
The guy next to us with a bright red face in a western shirt, smoking a cherry flavored water pipe.
Spin the bottle with invisible people.
A conversation about where Mogli of Jungle Book would be now. We pictured him in a sad office.
Raps about caterpillars.
A guy who had been reborn in a cloister somewhere in France. He said he loved meeting new people. It was why he liked traveling so much.
Walking the dog in the park as the sun was rising.
About Me
- Judith
- I like to watch and listen to couples in heated arguments. And old ladies with red lipstick who flirt shamelessly. I shame too easy. I bite my nails and cut my own hair. I like maps. I don't like waiting; consequently I'm usually late. I don't like people who are always composed and rational in any given situation. I get angry and cry. Sometimes I'm jealous of the spiders walking across my bedroom floor. Cause for them, my room must be a universe.
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