Listening: Blue Cantrell, “Hit Em Up Style (Oops!)”
While he was schemin’
I was speedin’ in the beemer just steamin’
Can’t believe that I caught my man cheatin’
So I found another way to make him pay for it all…So I went to Neiman Marcus on a shopping spree-a.
On the way I grabbed Soleil and Mia
And as the cashbox rang, I thought everything away…
Too bad no one online or off seems to know much about her. She’s listed nowhere. Sad, really.
Reading: Gore Vidal, Palimpsest
On his adolescent friend and paramour, Jimmie Trimble:
If not seated together in class, Jimmie and I would signal each other when a hard-on had arrived unbidden. When the other boys figured out what we were doing, they began signalling, too. At twelve, erections come and go, like T. S. Eliot’s ladies, talking, most appropriately, of Michelangelo.
Damn, that’s some fancy writin’.
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