the world: a macabre fiesta, a standing in the sun.. then.. a hearse passes.. a sad family in tow, sad faces drifting in&out of a car. to love to love to love.. this that.. i met a gentelmans hotel night club worker this morning. she is drinking a huge copa now, 1059, in Cordoba, cocaine gave me great sleep, and now.. i do not wait for eternity.. as the sol climbs between the buildings.. i am here being.