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I'm sitting behind the desk of confusion. Yes this situation is everybit as dramatic as it sounds. I am debating on my stay here in San Francisco yet. Though my everyday here has been seeped in suspicion, I know that I don't love the city. To be frank, I enjoy at times, really I do not want to remain here forever. The transportationis amazing MUNI, BART, and the wide assorment of cabs whichis an arms length away is very effective when needing to vamoose.
Hardly would anyone consider the weather wonderful, the infernal grey skies, and cold are reminiscent of London though lacking history. Ohh some building are from the 1800's, whilein Europe places have been there for numerous centuries. I miss the magic of history underfoot, tales of lovers who ran away to escape the tyrnanny of foriegn governments, not the progress of the WalMart who demand s more land for their superstores of poorly constructed merchandise and discount groceries.
San Francisco posses a quaint quality with a cost, a very expensive cost but what does not have price anymore? The sky could be for sail, if one only extended his hands and held fast to the moving clouds. Even life has a credit line attatched to it. Oui, not that I am an such person who refuses to purchase into the glamoured sheen of SF's evening surreality. Honestly, I am at my end of my belief in the mystism of the Night club world.
Siobhan sings on Shakespear's Sister's #3
: "Some other day, Some Other Time, Would have been fine, I'm never here most of the time, GoodTimes come and Go, And I should know..."
Hardly would anyone consider the weather wonderful, the infernal grey skies, and cold are reminiscent of London though lacking history. Ohh some building are from the 1800's, whilein Europe places have been there for numerous centuries. I miss the magic of history underfoot, tales of lovers who ran away to escape the tyrnanny of foriegn governments, not the progress of the WalMart who demand s more land for their superstores of poorly constructed merchandise and discount groceries.
San Francisco posses a quaint quality with a cost, a very expensive cost but what does not have price anymore? The sky could be for sail, if one only extended his hands and held fast to the moving clouds. Even life has a credit line attatched to it. Oui, not that I am an such person who refuses to purchase into the glamoured sheen of SF's evening surreality. Honestly, I am at my end of my belief in the mystism of the Night club world.
Siobhan sings on Shakespear's Sister's #3
: "Some other day, Some Other Time, Would have been fine, I'm never here most of the time, GoodTimes come and Go, And I should know..."