The other night, Thursday I think it was, I was out in Shinjuku with two friends. We spent the first part of the evening at/in/on a rooftop beer garden watching the sky blacken & threaten while those around us networked - some people called themselves "creatives" without really explaining what it is they do. Other people worked in "solutions"... Hmmm... After it closed, we went to Shomben Yokocho (Piss Alley) to drink more beer and eat yakitori. We mostly talked books, writing, & publishing but after a few beers & tequilas (not for me), the talk turned to phobias & then to perversions - &, woah, as I wrote that - it's three days on - a cockroach crawled out from beneath my AC unit - big fucker - V got it 12 hours later & we liberated it over the balcony. Now, phobias - I have a hard time crossing bridges, I hate when cheese gets wet & I can't pick it up, & chimpanzees... Perversions - fishnets, business suits, denim skirts, high heels, leather boots. Phobias are hate's perversions of love. Animals - this week, I've sprained my left index finger trying to kill a cockroach, been bombed by a crow, & today had my left thumb landed on & gripped very hard by a cicada - truly gross insects. Things. Animals. Things. Image.
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