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Shane, What's going on - how is Africa (pronounced afreaka). Guess what i just heard on the tv. "I had never had sex on film; never even picked up a camera... and the next thing you know I'm the subject of a 10-person anal gangbang." Now tell me, have you ever heard anything so pure in your life. Especially on the tv. What is it with stop & go dances at the bus stop & you thinking you're part of a team at Ned's & nobody else does goddamnit & bags of cellophane joy and party at Pete's 3rd of July bash-o-tickle-rama where you got it on with hot chicks in hotter pants of the hour of total power with wet-pants-in-the-morning chrome of mettalica the band, not the shiny stuff, kinda limping-whilst-running-in-place kind of standing around waiting for a thing to happen, hoping it will, but not sure of the consequences but still intrigued at the prospect of waiting out the storm, but then in the creeping malaise wishing that instead you had, in fact, "ridden" the storm out, allst the while knowing, that while on pony with brick in hand, there was no chance - metaphorically probably more than existentially - that that "thing", so talked of before whence children on the line to immortality when dancing the famous jig of jigs, would never in fact be, or more importantly feel, or "feel" as it is written when the sun is high in the east & the buffalo are trapped by their ankles, struggling (like in those pictures on tv in slow motion with the snot running out of the bull's nose - a car commercial i think) to free themselves, not so much physically, but mentally, menacingly (if that is in fact a word), from the financial burdens set upon them by the white man's washing of the not-so-distant fence of ages, ages born of fire & girth, lipid of the sun, the sun high on the western sea plank that is white with the blood of those with white blood, inducing a karma so pale from lack of sun & dirth that it is broken whence the eagles soars in the east - which he never does unless Chief Broken Dong lends his air of integrity to the proceedings with nothing but a curtain to sustain the blows of the nose of dark - hot dark, with the ac off, as well as the tv - but not the radio... ahhh, what is there good in notebooks indeed, unless Life During Wartime has another meaning which i don't really think because David was never really that deep, being mostly a surfer, riding a wave of contentment to the bus stop... which is indeed where you saw the crazy stop & go dancing. So hopefully i've made my point currently & sustinctly (sp?). Peace out my bro-shat, -cpb I think that thing happened... you know what i'm talking about... but don't worry, i'll be fine. But i have a car. STEAL a car! JIM FUCKING MORRISON TOLD ME! ha! |