Lloyd Neighbors;

Beryl Chung
135 East 12th Street, Box 229
NY, NY 10003
Wowee! The internet!

This is the first time I've successfully jacked someone else's wireless connection in my dorm room. These days I have been searching for suitable activities sans internet, and this has resulted in two books of short stories because of my horrifying proximity to Strand bookstore. I would also be terrified of Forbidden Planet, if I had any money left but I don't so I am safe thusfar.

Is anyone reading Batgirl? Because Oracle is turning into such a hag fo'serious.


“…Behind her a silver tree flowered in the lemon wallpaper. He remained standing.
‘Betty the Buddha,’ he said. ‘Betty the Buddha. You have the smug smile; all you need is the pot belly.’ ”
((West, Nathanael; Miss Lonelyhearts & The Day of the Locust; 80 Eighth Avenue, New York 10011: New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1933): page 12.)

"On that day I had just gotten my big red beautiful toy telephone...
You spoke with a ghastly voice into the receiver. 'Hello, is this Mr. Ghoul?'
I was angry now. I didn't want to call the Devil on my telephone."
(Naishan, Cheng; "Mountains Green and the Shining Stream," Short Story International, No. 79 (1990): page 12.)

I also, sort of, chopped my hair in a mohawk.
There is so much else to say, that I can't or won't or am to tired to transcribe, here. Yeah I swear the rest of the French photos will follow quickly enough.
Art to follow, lots for Kat and housewarming. Pax.