Very brief entry: something I wrote rapidly earlier and really liked the sound of. God knows -
"A lover, a playmate, the pioneer of our dark sciences that I, ever bashful, fell head-first into. I crash like airplanes and RW is all of these things. The pieces of July slot together and I see his face again. I linger, I remain, sweating and sleepless through another night. A different city, a different town, and always the same. He was a prince and a dog, and I a feral child. Oh RW, beatified by the rain on his face and my hallucinations of romance and trembling hands."