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September 23, 2005
hurricane infin
out of beer, out of vodka, out of patience, running out of durable band-aids...gasoline nation will never consolidate the ride share for fear of loosing the ego matinee viewmaster...six dollars a gallon next week and sales will be business as usual...a memo from the pricemakers to the shippers: we can charge ANYTHING, keep the arrows pointed up, these junkies dont knowanyhting about weening off much less going cold turkey...a nation of mindless flag wavers who cant do without their greed and ignorance...
We hope to leave on the 13th of October for Peru, probably buy the tickets this weekend...Im ready for the laughing gas or the blade from a peasent in the coca fields...anything would suit me better than an american failure, to sustain life among the walking dead...all the shit in New Orleans will fetch a pretty penny for someone, but not I..Ill miss you, Cuba hat, and fat buddha...sorry you didnt make it to the free zone, your not missing much, but I wouldve enjoyed your familiar company...to the rest; we did what we could and it is never enough...home is just a four letter word, with about as much substance as a burger from McDonalds
D.
Posted by Drexler at September 23, 2005 08:21 AM