I am going to San Francisco today to return something to the library. Protecting women from darkies is civilization, I am willing to kill for a couple of old fashioned style donuts at this very moment. Trans-fats are merely the imperial acquisition of feminine fats by masculine fats. It is only odd because it is compressed into one fat, and therefore too much for the heart to take.
There is a "happening" tonight at a dive bar in Chinatown. Dada beatnik revisionist whiteness I wish I could witness, cliquing doesn't stop at 20. Or thirty. I don't belong either.
Mission Dolores park is the background for a lot of photographs of plaid shirts, oversized sunglasses, futuristic sneakers, and the people who rock them. People walk their dogs, bring their microbrews, and pray to the sun.
Insufferable ideas right now. Small people.
Neighborhood pathological study reveals self identification as Wes Anderson characters, sense of cool and class based entitlement as cause of current terminal status.
These songs aren't quite as fun as the ones from yesterday, but then I'm less familiar with the contemporary sounds of urban America than I am with kitchen sink post punk stuff from ten years before I was born. Go figure.
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vko7op
http://www.sendspace.com/file/648bqi
http://www.sendspace.com/file/caiutz
http://www.sendspace.com/file/vpc5yx
http://www.sendspace.com/file/nnaj1k
http://www.sendspace.com/file/x05lp9
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