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04.25.04
I strip my shirt, put on my boots, my nerd glasses and tie a bandana around my head (keeps the sweat off the lenses). I make my private offering to the Goddess of Destruction of Corporate Property, whisper a few words to sister moon, and get ready to commit a petty misdemeanor. For a good cause, of course.
I notice my shadow as I am about to go over the wall and all I can think is: resolve! I grin and think "howl!" (the howl of my thoughts is far deeper and powerful than the one of my lungs) This is one of last cool nights before summer sets in and so I take a deep breath of the night air, sweet and cool with notes of fresh cut alfalfa and spring breeze.
One last glance at the shadow and I take delight in seeing my broad back and shoulders, thick ropy arms painted black on that wall. I half believe that on this wall I can see the sparks in my eyes and the shine of my grin, so wide with delightful thoughts of malfeasance and resistance. I grab my tools; up and over I go.
Perhaps this seems petty narcissism. Really, what I am saying is that I am happy. Tonight, I delight in my strength and clarity of thought - I am an irreducible fool dancing under the stars, singing songs honoring life and fertility. Virile, fire eyed and happy, I am ready for whatever may come. Tonight I am alive. I am more alive than anyone I know.
I strip my shirt, put on my boots, my nerd glasses and tie a bandana around my head (keeps the sweat off the lenses). I make my private offering to the Goddess of Destruction of Corporate Property, whisper a few words to sister moon, and get ready to commit a petty misdemeanor. For a good cause, of course.
I notice my shadow as I am about to go over the wall and all I can think is: resolve! I grin and think "howl!" (the howl of my thoughts is far deeper and powerful than the one of my lungs) This is one of last cool nights before summer sets in and so I take a deep breath of the night air, sweet and cool with notes of fresh cut alfalfa and spring breeze.
One last glance at the shadow and I take delight in seeing my broad back and shoulders, thick ropy arms painted black on that wall. I half believe that on this wall I can see the sparks in my eyes and the shine of my grin, so wide with delightful thoughts of malfeasance and resistance. I grab my tools; up and over I go.
Perhaps this seems petty narcissism. Really, what I am saying is that I am happy. Tonight, I delight in my strength and clarity of thought - I am an irreducible fool dancing under the stars, singing songs honoring life and fertility. Virile, fire eyed and happy, I am ready for whatever may come. Tonight I am alive. I am more alive than anyone I know.