wow I guess *** is off the table for tonight; walking Hoboken streets to get to Brooklyn; t he pink haired Pixie Nermeen & I had . a big fight; walking to Brooklyn to get to the real gingerbread girl; pink haired pixie loves brown its her favorite color; I pour it out like taking a good ****; Nermeen hates brown; . is indifferent to yellow We're brown she rails ur painting look like flayed black corpses & I said, u say that . like it's a bad thing; the Chinese_American schoolgirl w orks part-time at . the family's restaurant oddly named Good Luck Living it must sound . different in Cantones e this neighborhood is falling to pieces, . he rails, where are all these ******* . Hispanic trannies coming from; that's when I left; she knows **** well there're coming from Dominican & . Philippines I'd met Pixie at a poetry reading in Williamsburg, her thick springy dreads was blue then . . . before she made it . orange, before it h ad been purple & now that it was pink I use a lot of pink paint & brown & red & blue; Nermeen's just ****** that the new kids are smarter & cuter; I don't worr y about new young painters b/c they haven't got the kind of mojo I can wield even in my long walks to Brooklyn to see the underage Pixie strumming . her guitar on the fire escape unfiltered smoking joint after joint until . . get buzzed from our beer & kiss; would Nermeen understand that an eighteen- year-old with ever changing hair w/ small puffed ******* & evergreenish teeth, girlishly blonde au natural down in the unshaven . jungle like playground snooch who giggles when excited . & instinctively tells the truth is Pixie could be my daughter from a gf I had twenty years ago haven't seen since; Pixie hates her mother & loves Colette