When at last we awoke we drove Zorg into the Carrol gardens and ate Cuban Foood and I had my first Cuba Libre and I thought… why isn’t Cuba free and how many assholes does it take to fuck up Paradise…. Damn poor Hemmingstein would rock and roll over in his grave if he realized that his whole legacy there is six toed cats… But didn’t those cats at the Buena Vista Social Club sound great. I’m finally getting the hype on that… took some time to see past Wim Wenders… who I love… but find too fucking German to be in good taste.

That said, the Korean dude above was a major Calligrapher and Schollar in is province… his writing was what you’d carve on the tomb stones… and what better rave is there… even if this is a love story? So it is nice that me and the ladie’s family have a love of letters in common even if we don’t have eyelids and language to share. Letters trump (and not Donald) all else me thinks. So If that guy had some sort of great great great grand kid, I’d want to teach him a few things about words and letters and that we all live in a yellow submarine on a blue marble and that love is all you need. So I guess I’m trying to do that… Oh yeah and watch out for the fish.

Posted on Monday, April 18th, 2005 at 5:02 pm.
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