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Um, happy barbelirthday, Lionheart. To celebrate your nativity, I had a lovely mushroom trip today. Yum. Saw behind reality and everything.
If you get this Saturday night shout back if you've found anything to get the nasty taste of commercialism out of my mouth. Hung out near Macy's for a little while, looking like a poor man's Guy Debord, and watched the parade of insanity go by. Watched tourists have their pictures taken with babyfaced policemen while riot vans pulled up in front of Victoria's Secret, at which point I knew it was time to get the fuck out of Herald Square. Unfuckingbelievable. I'm still unsure whether I'd recommend the experience to anyone. The energy was intense. I psychically scarred a quarter in my pocket. Definitely my most illuminating trip yet.
BTW, as someone of the tribe (albeit lapsed) I'm a bit out of sort that the Empire State Building was only white and blue yesterday evening, and now it's green and red. It's still fucking Hannukkah, cocksuckers! EIGHT nights, dig? Learn to share!
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