tragehumor!

and my room has a fake fire of christmas lights. and rosy orange yellow comforter cover. and mark ryden on the walls. and glass shelves with baby heads and skull dolls and spanish moss.

and books.

and black and red carpets over silver.

and a red russian glow.

and it's a good place to be, with the music up loud and two people wiggling tushy to pass the dutchie and The Metro.

nostalgia has power.

and the floor shaking has power.

and i heard the funniest tragedy ever tonight ...involving a vacation to get away from problems that ended up with an apartment fire, gutted and black, losing all his clothes, having no place to stay, actually thinking of trying to stay in a bath house. to sleep with a leather man so he could take advantage of his warm bath house room. dropping his bag at 4am - in the street- wine bottle breaking and spilling all over the clothes the red cross bought him to replace the ones that burned. his friend who was wandering around, burned , in underwear. the drag queens that were missing to toronto and thus not there to make him feel the love.

the girl who kept answering phantom non-existant phone calls on her cell phone and yelling "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOUKEEP CALLING ME FOR" and would continue this cycle til he said "who was it. what did the mean man say" even though he knew there was nobody on the other end.

leave it to ari to go away for a vacation and have the apartment he's visiting burn down aroun dhim.

he woke up in the middle of the night with his hair on fire and that's how the whole debacle began.

tragedy, right?

i know

but...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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