Global warming, I made a mistake, I tripped and it was global warming just before we peed in one place and ate at another. And we talked a lot and we had a communal heart on the table like communal slavery between the black and the Indians. And history is the dream and psychology is the dream and momentous change for the good is the dream but no one dreamed last night. No one breathed last night with all the sweat and the cab car we climbed into and I bit her nip, I leaned in and locked on and it was laughable.

Raffie and Marrie made out and Raffie and Jamie made out and Laura was tired of all the making out. We sucked down a shot and we puffed out the hookah and the saxophone sang to our souls and the soles of my feet were black with beating dancing falling black. Wetness was everywhere on our faces and out arms and out legs and our communal sex and it was wet on the floor and on the floor again and on the bed because we were eating and drinking on the bed.

Resting four across we crashed into the twin-sized mess with no support, against the wall, two women deep, one ass part on the end. Your hair is in my face and your arm is falling asleep and my leg fell asleep when we were resting four ethnicities deep on the floor in the kitchen. Eating bagels again on our communal bed, a sleeping bag splayed open on the floor and two pairs of people pulsing for each other, splitting apart to kiss and touch then coming together again.

With the sun slipping through the window behind two beauties we talked of polaroids and we talked of freedom, being able to piss where you want. Travel together, travel is the dream and the future and the storyteller. And the smell of ourselves was grassy and bare and the feel of ourselves was sticky with fruit catching fingers. Grapes flew and broccoli love abounded.

The intensity, the simplicity was special and we knew it, we felt it and we soaked it up and we made plans to meet up again and we will travel together and we will meet up again and we will hold tight to this time and we will change the world.

(Just so this is clear: Last night I had dinner with two friends then we went dancing with more friends and all came back and crashed at my apartment where we took my bed apart and all slept on different parts and then ate breakfast on the floor in the kitchen and spent the day talking. There was no sex, it just hung in the air.)