mike davis' dead cities made me sad. really? three types of lice will be the only mourners at our funerals? and then bobcats come down and eat their cousins. and finally the bridge falls. but that's a nice touch, to have such a magnificint invention as a bridge, be the last to crumble symbolizing the restart of civilization. very nice. especially in connection with our discussions of the high level, bridges as place for suicide, and bridges as connecting spcieties, binding us toegther. such rich language! geomorphing is also a nice word.
so now i don't think i am sad. perhaps, mildly contemplative/slightly hungover/passively dehydrated is a more correct diagnosis. of how i feel. i have gotten into a habit of saying "i feel like.." before everything i say. it's is, oh, most deffinately annoying to whoever is around me a lot, which basically is one person, that i live with so, being around em is inevitable, but whatevr i say, if it has the prelude of "ii.... feeel.. liikee...." no one can argue. because hey, you know, no one can argue with how someone else feels.
i feel like i want a giant bed made of pizza with chicken finger pillows. see what i mean? ridiculous.
i've neevr seen a 'not in my backyard' sign, but i feel like , if placed in certain areas, it could be hilariously ironic!
i tried to find a picture of a sign but found this instead. weird illustration style. what does it mean? that girl is a b. and takes after her mom or soemthing? kids say the darndest things? kids grow up too fast and repeat with they hear adults saying? that boy has toxic waste in a toy truck? where are their parents? what year is it? where am i?
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