Frozen banana slice, you were stripped of your healthy identity to a land of Friendly's decadence. Plowing up the remaining peanut butter from the crunchy apple fad of only 5 minutes prior.  Ice cream?, sorbet?, frozen yogurt?- Please, welcome to the new horizon.  Think of all the eggs, sugar and cream bobbing up and down aside in the wake of a water-skiing frozen banana upon the glassy early morning lake of organic, smooth peanut butter.  The shores littered with the active ingredients of smores.  All the campers waiting for their turn in the dining hall.  Look no further than the rolling wakes terminating their subtle energy boom upon the dirty sandy/soily shore.  Shores that just feel kind of dirty, as if a bandaid sighted catching on the dry shore and lifting back a few inches with every wave is not that hard of imagining.  So easy to imagine that I could probably discuss the movement, the color, the structure of that bandaid for paragraphs.

Today at Lung Fung I had a one sided conversation myself,  with the Lung Fung lady.
I spoke and she responded: 'yah, yah, yah. Yah, yah, yah, ok, yah...' But to treasure it!

Thoughts on last night:  "Return of St. Patrick's drunken like coming home, third chromosome"
The late night hours of all the town and cab bar and alley strange banter and laughter comes home to the kitchen. And the kitchen is like a sonorous reverberating definer of all syllables and snickers from within it. If one wishes, the major aspects of a conversation can be pieced together with alarming contiguity from the foreign realms of the neighboring rooms.

From under a blanket for fear of strangers voices without, I heard too, entertaining talk. An educated man stood near my bed and spoke about a fancy piano, "with pickups on every key", in an annoying accent that made him tedious to listen to. He used the English term 'if I allow myself to make myself clear'. There was a mousy voiced girl that sounded sober, and uninteresting, as she deflected the insinuations of third chromosome.

After a while it all was quiet as the creaky stairs let them out and then, the loud wham of the door slamming, without anger shut. Today morning flowed into afternoon in one quick invisible motion. Rainy Evening, perfect night for a cold one at the Blue Fin. Yaah right.

I heard Third Chromosome come home last night.  His effervescently-driven indoor voice woke me up.  I was tucked into my sleeping bag at an hour that definitely was not late, but surely after 1 am.   I laid there listening to the random words I could understand.  Not that his words were mumbled or slurred, but just muffled by the plaster walls that partitioned our two very different worlds at that hour.   But, I was happy to hear it, happy to be in my semi-cozy bed as an audible voyeur.  Physical presence was not needed to be in this one-sided conversation.  He had his bike stolen and to balance out the taking, decided to take away a few brain cells.  Taking those away have always brought a level of joy.     

Poison Dart guy from Lung Fung still refuses to smile. The man that we refer to as Poison Dart dude has intriguing style choice of shoes and pants.So dainty. He sometimes plays music from his phone. He is a serious man, refuses to smile. But he smiles inside. Jimmy and Tran, they smile on the outside. Tran smiles with his eyes too!

Been spending some good time with Rick lately. I ran into Old John across town and he yelled out 'What are you doing here?' Go figure.

Well, talk to you later,
Random Dude from the Richmond that has so many and so few friends, you know what I mean.

WWMD?

Yo yo... put your Q's in the air....

Richmond Queens Benevolent Association or Richmond Queens Benevolent Gang, call it what you like, this here is another kitchen wall to share brainstorms, plan future gatherings, etc.

What would Mucha do?

Well I have no idea if this site will be a rich resource or not, but I just wanted to put it up there and get it out there so that anyone could post and share.

To work on the blog and post, one must log into richmondqueens2012@gmail.com (password: lungfung)...

Much love to the brotherhood of the Richmond Queens.