the sun always shines on tv.

last night we drank, toasting the all-knowing, tough boys, villainy, breasts, vampires made of glass and their poor unfortunate bloodless ones, the most charming woman in all the world, cheap motels, seed, failure, drag, cards, and ireland. and i walked home alone, thinking of other cities and singing in accents not my own. (do you remember the night when you were very young and believed you were in venice? you promised you would.) so this, it would seem, is a new day, born with a headache and promising the smell of fish, with an exciting new night at the end of it.