Thanksgiving
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In 1979 I came (a lot) and saw (a lot) and conquered (a lot). I think the air was simply just right for breathing then. It was an intoxicating air. It was a special 1979 air where semen and saliva and hamburgers and milkshakes and all manner of godly gifts glazed the lips of the poets and poetesses who'd gather in those shifting airs to breathe. It was the year when Glenda Lee gave me her secret and sacred insight into the art of survival with a speech that culminated with the words "what the fuck". It was lipstick stained coffee cups and cigarette butts and mystic paper napkin ghosts which flew whooosh in a mad parody of the wild children who witnessed these flights. It was Jason jacking his strat in the Armory like it was part of the natural order of things, and Kirk filling the cortex-envelope to make sure no one would suspect otherwise. And mostly, it was DD radiating while I soared above the neon she seemed to emit and never once stopping to ask why. It was the simultaneous fall and resurrection of Babylon.
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Today the air is still.
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Thanksgiving. What am I thankful for? I am thankful that 1979 is still fresh in my mind. I am thankful for so many memories. I can still smell and taste them all...
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There is no hidden message here. It is a simple truth we all can grasp. Memories feed us forever through this life and into whatever is to come. Milkshakes. Hamburgers.
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Best wishes and much love to each and every one of you.
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FCGST (sensory mode thanks)
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In 1979 I came (a lot) and saw (a lot) and conquered (a lot). I think the air was simply just right for breathing then. It was an intoxicating air. It was a special 1979 air where semen and saliva and hamburgers and milkshakes and all manner of godly gifts glazed the lips of the poets and poetesses who'd gather in those shifting airs to breathe. It was the year when Glenda Lee gave me her secret and sacred insight into the art of survival with a speech that culminated with the words "what the fuck". It was lipstick stained coffee cups and cigarette butts and mystic paper napkin ghosts which flew whooosh in a mad parody of the wild children who witnessed these flights. It was Jason jacking his strat in the Armory like it was part of the natural order of things, and Kirk filling the cortex-envelope to make sure no one would suspect otherwise. And mostly, it was DD radiating while I soared above the neon she seemed to emit and never once stopping to ask why. It was the simultaneous fall and resurrection of Babylon.
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Today the air is still.
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Thanksgiving. What am I thankful for? I am thankful that 1979 is still fresh in my mind. I am thankful for so many memories. I can still smell and taste them all...
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There is no hidden message here. It is a simple truth we all can grasp. Memories feed us forever through this life and into whatever is to come. Milkshakes. Hamburgers.
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Best wishes and much love to each and every one of you.
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FCGST (sensory mode thanks)
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