It's my party so I'll dream if I want to. Thing is I want Bjork to come to my house warming party. Whenever I'm stable enough to have it. I'd like Obama, and Walt Whitman to come too.
Though one is dead, and the other will probably be too busy. So I guess I'll have to make due with my assorted pals,..and Bjork.
Hummm, what do Icelanders eat?
(...eh, I'll ask her to leave them damned bell outside.)
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Sunday (May 31st) is Uncle Walt's birthday. Planning anything special for it? Like maybe a pilgrimage to HIS remaining Brooklyn home, down on Ryerson Street in Fort Greene? The one WITHOUT a historical plaque on it, 'cause they still don't quite approve of guys like him...
Wadeaminute! I have it on good authority that Bjork no longer has those hetero come-hither looks workin' for her. Back in the day she coulda played the recorder in that position for me any day! But now she has to dress up in those feathers and sequins and seagul beaks aplenty. Invite her at your peril!
NOW my ears are ringing! Can you imagine that as a prom dress?
Traditional Icelandic fare is dreadful. Think ram's balls. My suggestion is just keep the martinis coming.
On Sunday you should have a wild BL orgy at Walt's old place, with Johan, Bill and Jizzy as guests of honor. Then you should send them my way. I'm sure uncle Walt would approve.
One Icelandic specialty is Greenland shark, allowed to putrefy, then hung to dry, cut and sliced off by the piece. You can have my share. They also like grilled puffin, a sea bird that supposedly tastes like the fish it eats. You can give my share of this to Andrew Zimmern.
Mr Chips
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