I predict on June 7—Karen O, Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Tulsa is pissed. She knew. I knew. Our Map once strayed. Looking back, NYE in PDX ejaculated with a bang! I certainly did in the hotel room on a California King. June 8 will serve as an A-Dvantage. She rode in a Wild horse: the husband and wife and the paralegal. The paralegal referenced them as such during her birthday drink I bought. I offered. Her Mom gifted payment for the paralegal’s mobile phone bill. She wanted Thai and a Chardonnay or a Pinot Gris. It was clear that I recollect. Early evening on July 19th. This is a guess. She is a Cancer. Three tents to the east, before the bend. June 9th—the “Btw/ we/ forgive you tour.” June 10th— All about Joni. June 11th— completely drained.
To be continued and edited. Specimens of my brain.
Her mourning coffee 