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Anthony,myself(and our ex-comrade Geoff)used to be on a seemingly endless quest to find the WORST movie ever made and shown in theatres. There is so much out there but over the years I keep coming back to Showgirls. There are so many scenes that just make you wonder. I really like the scene where Nomi Malone is asked "Where are you from?" and she says "BACK EAST"..then the lady inquires further, "From where back East?" and Nomi Malone throws her french fries down in a bitchy rage,"DIFFERENT PLACES!!"

Today was fortunate to have ended with me feeling pretty healthy and positive, because there was a lot of punky heat and biodiesel stinking up my face, which just kills me, and then my two feet along sidewalks, a decent turkey meal with truly succulent gravy, i even ate the small fat skin that's so salty, talking to another man who wires up Microsoft. he brings sites online. anyhoo, i told him about burning man, even though i am kind of freaking out in this default reality, and have no focus for my plan in 3 wks, people @ work keep realizing my scheme and telling me 2 do it rite. I'm going to do yoga and yoga and then yoga bloody. I'll drink sweet tea and pull. Then I'll be Bouncy for a week, eating apples. So yes, I do see how this is a miracle tale, to anyone in the corporate setting, but i am concerned my own feelings are confused, and I can't share their wonder for freedom. My day is planned. My evenings are dynamic, but I usually do the same sort of thing. I have pretty good oral hygene, and I'm pretty healthy.
chipper and comfortable,
wheathery weatherz and
dirty bus floors,
lazy pastries w/
usa today daydreaming what
mandy moon's up to
(i wouldn't say it if it weren't true.)
i sat on a packed 545,
below a sign that says
"do not block or sit here", feeling sad,
a plexipane from death highway.
After yoga, though, I felt dead.
Now I feel wrung out of heartache and
serene, for a day of
fucked junk.
environmental pollerations.



i can skim. i can go without.