"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Sundown
From the way west side of the Inner Borough at the 70th parallel, last night's sunset. Looking like an angry gas giant, our own Jupiter, sinking behind some apartment building in West New York, NJ.
Like Mr. Science, I just throw the chemicals together. The last of the Grand Marnier with some lemonade and a touch of ginger beer was really good on the rocks, for instance.
From the way west side of the Inner Borough at the 70th parallel, last night's sunset. 
Looking like an angry gas giant, our own Jupiter, sinking behind some apartment building in West New York, NJ.
4 comments:
Your angry gas giant speaks carthamin much more eloquently than my swirly bastard cocktail. I feel relieved to see it.
But this is good weather for bastard cocktails...
What kind of bastard do you prefer? Do you have your own recipe?
Like Mr. Science, I just throw the chemicals together. The last of the Grand Marnier with some lemonade and a touch of ginger beer was really good on the rocks, for instance.
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