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there wasn't more to the message than this. makes me wonder whether it was
a simple affirmation or an example of graffiti interruptus. sarah
and i were walking some errands to those big places in ballard where there
are acres of fluorescent ceiling lights and everything is double- and
triple-wrapped in plastic. department and office supply stores make me feel
like such a tool--do i really need blank DVDs, miniDV tapes, and business
card sleeves? i'd rather be sipping fresh coconut milk on a beach. every
time i buy something new feels like i'm taking a whack at pinata Earth. blindfold
tight; are those screams of glee? |
