I don’t know how far I’m going with this.

Men and women have different criteria for making friends.

Can women and men be friends? I suspect if at least one of the parties is lesbian or gay , the way is easier than if both are heterosexual.

There is a subconscious evaluation for partnership potential going on.

Permanently platonic is not a desired outcome.

(Warning! Bad Word used! Hide this from your children or the Sensitive. Maybe from Republicans, just in case.

I can find them now with ease. All over the place. Not like when I was a boy, when they were covered by skirts, and pantyhose, or dungarees and knickers.

C&$ts.

Women have them. And some women show them off, like they were Gucci bags or fur coats. Some women show them bald, others furry. But they’ve let the secret out.

Life has something to do with them.

And the people just can’t stop looking.

Those c&$ts. Those. Magic. C&$ts.

You can get in your car or truck and cruise up and down Figueroa Street in Los Angeles. There is trash, an occasional gathering of homeless people living near a tent and a blue tarp overhanging a chain link fence.

The real stars are the street prostitutes, looking for work, as it were. They are dressed or displayed , as only street prostitutes can display themselves. I guess they make money doing this. This street couture reflects their only creative outlet. It’s like white collar guys trying to get their shirts and ties to complement.

Do Gavin Newsome or Adam Schiff watch this? I wonder.

J: „You doing ok?“

Me: „ I just need to eat.“ (Truth be told, I’m hypoglycemic and one step away from outright hysteria.)

Now The Story can be told.

Der Schafsbock Hornen made consecrating all Nazi flags to the Blut Fahnen a real ordeal for Der Führer. Would he have the Will to Triumph wearing those riding boots pinching his Zehen?

I came for the fallen arches that plagued him in the trenches of the Western Front. I crafted Der Eisen Orthotiken that kept him as spry as a Hitler Jugend during the long speeches at all of the Rallies.

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In case the feathers hit the fan. Yikes!

Bertrand Tavernier Director

Phillipe Noiret

French films are the best.

Life is hard sometimes and loneliness is brutal. I feel that way right now.

I want to cry and can’t.

And then I think of Rosie, her smile , her blonde hair in an Audrey Hepburn pixie cut, the full sleeve tattoo on her right arm.

A perfect companion on a trip to Hell.

There is a big empty place in my chest where my heart should be. Mr X

I’ve mentioned her before, Audrey Hepburn.

Being infatuated with a movie star long deceased, is part of the magic of celebrity media culture. I can watch and listen to her sing Moon River, Johnny Mercer and Henry Mancini’s masterpiece, and I am that adolescent who first heard her sixty-plus years ago..

It’s a shame the cigarettes killed you,

Cara Mia