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...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica

Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.

Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors


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23.11.02

a letter to a friend, for a few hours:
____________________
hey you

bay tree plaza I heard some little uppermiddle class fluffy
talking about trailer trash. remember my campaign against trailer
trash as a descriptive noun? then. how the fuck is it that you feel
most vulnerable around the size of your bosoms? isn't that it tho?
some yuppie spawn starts to get in your face and her scorn for your
chest is the unprotected chink in your armor.....jesus fucking
christ, and you could toughen up by a trip to the knife doctor and a
silicon pump up. fuck all that

notice how people will wait and drive around and go out of their way
to park close to the entrance of like say Long's or Safeway. it has
nothing to do with wussy physicality nothing to do with TV watching
softness everything to do with having two tons of body armor on and
then suddenly being nakedly vulnerable out on the blacktop. like a
shellfish w/out its shell. that's the whole deal right there. armor.
the subject of today's meditations. also I notice on my rounds two
things. it's about 10 to 1 chickas running. I mean track running you
know with new balance and pony tails. way more females than males.
the other is car chickas with self-phones. driving one-handed. that's
gotta be pumping the accident stats. has to be.


going to employment now

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