issue Vii / 12
FANTAAASTIC.
..Fantastic.
Compressed. Like the wad of tissue you kept pressing against your palms while we listened to the rain in the birthday room. The room that was never really used..fantastic.
Were your words compressed like diamonds? Compressed in Tokyo? Well.. Though I don’t really get what you’re aiming for..
‘cause the only place open was Ippudo. Man, that asshole made me eat ramen alone at four fucking thirty a.m. And no, it wasn’t even all that spicy.
So I asked him to lend me at least a pen, So I could make myself busy trying to spend the night Everything I wrote smelled like jazz and chili peppers,
FANTA-HSTIC!
FANTASTIC.
Spit it out!
WAS IT SPICY?
To spend the night with?