Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
The prostitutes of Virtue Street knew that the substitution of Batista for Prio in the National Palace would make little difference to them....
The Cuban political system, such as it was, had already been tortured to death. The accumulated follies of fifty years were bearing their rotten fruit.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
I had solid moments of my mind feelin' and actin' real fresh, the freshest I can remember since prayin' at the three dead soldier brothers' grave. I don't think they are watchin' me like I was hopin' or else they would protect me from growin' up so fast.
I bathed real good so I can be real good. I know that good sex is like a real good movie and I must be very precise and magnificent today. Evil is evil, but it only really counts when it can go on a long time. Evil is as hungry as me and my appetite to please has taken over every wakin' moment almost.
I could open and run a God damned charm school with my tireless schedule at this point.