tuesday...running out of food. boiling my leather loafers to extract something for soup stock. local trouble last week tried to tip over the van. i woke up to the whole thing rocking back and forth, crap flying off the shelves. they were frightened when i burst out the back door, naked and screaming in a yoko ono primal scream.
why not sell your laptop for rice and beans, you ask? because this blog is more important to me than nutrition, sanity, or my possible curling up like a battered spider in the corner of a metal box on wheels, where, eventually, someone might come knocking, and say--"david? can you come out and play?"
snow still falling.....what the?
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Oh the travails of this particular incartion of the human experience.
Quailing in the obtrusive corner of the Fridamobile, sipping shoe dirt from a dingy cup...
Can you come out to Play, David?
Shitake to be the 2nd comment in the history of your blog...!
Do come outside and play- the winds have shifted to Aquarius and there is much trouble to be made. Plus, you'll have lighter boots.
Hi Dave. Love the new blog. You must have made quite the impression on those van tippers - running outside naked, screaming like a banshee. What did you do, piss off the lesbians when you danced in their bar? ;) See you at the birthday bash!
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