sitting
i am sitting on the couch. for half of the years i have lived in this town i never had a couch. now i almost never use the couch except for makeouts, cocksuckings, and cunninlingus,similar to the chair i found on 77th street and took home with me to 78th street when i lived on the upper east side. for me the couch is like a balcony. it‘s one of those things you think you need or you know you want but that you never use or think about it when it is there (except for the makouts, cocksuckings, and cunninlingus). this is a comfy couch, though. maybe i will sleep away this hideous flu and/or cold right here, and when i wake up i will still be on the train to New York City. this is my 10/20. this day is more important to me than my birthday, because it is my birthday.
