TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 09.01.04, wednesday morning Her father is a Sufi scholar. Jimmy wanted to know if he was a cult leader. I don't really know. He conducts late-night classes where everyone gets ecstastic over rose-scented bergamot tea and poetry read til dawn. I thought that was the best thing I had heard in a long time. What harm can one wreck whilst reading poetry all night? |