Only at night and in the open air

Hell

is other people.

Pas besoin de gril: l'enfer, c'est les autres.

I wonder whether Sartre ever had a panic attack.

Edvard Munch - The Scream

Gavi

Charles Filius made a memory book and visited Gavi's grave in Texas. Here's what I wrote for her.
*********************

Fuck, Gavi, I loved ya.

Ya split the ship,
ya sunk the treasure
Damn. What the hell
were you thinking?

Flying high, laughing low
Redhead Bastard's
got to go.

A good stiff drink
of whisky red
like you, ya Loon
you offered me
at the airport.
I drank your health,
I drink your death,
Off to bed.

Mazel tov
my darling
in blue velvet
vixen croon.
See you one day
dancing, singing
on the moon.

Where are ya, Gav,
Where are ya?
Howling like a rabid
wolf or swaying
sweet with torchsong
trembles and a laugh.
A laugh gone dry
in the desert of
your last good bye.
Where are ya, Gav?

Fuck Gav, I loved you.
Have the decency to come
haunt us sometime.
You Bastard.

Your pal 4eva,

Damzy-wamz Plume
***************************

Here's Chaz's online tribute

Here's Gavi by Gavi. Gotta love that Bastard.