Went to a used book store today and purchased 5 great books for $7. Crazy cheap.Classics too. The kind you always tell yourself you're gonna read, but never do because you figure they will always be in print, available for purchase..
Look out D.H. Lawrence, you're first on the hit list.
Drove past a store today with excellent poster in the window and stopped in determined to buy something to decorate my barren white bedroom walls.
Payed $5 for a great Dylan poster, only to get home, unroll it, and discover a Star of David Pink Floyd poster.
Odd combination, no?
I will return it on Monday.
Religious symbology, mushrooms and over-rated music don't make for an aesthetically pleasing poster.
(Picture: drove past a beautiful cemetery with ancient pines--couldn't pass it up. Some people think it's macabre, but in a lot of places, cemeteries are the closet things to parks for miles and miles...This, of course is not the case here, where there are parks a'plenty)
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As Summer approaches I fear the solitary routine that awaits me. Give up writing and come back to the mindless banter only we can create. As Patty reflects on the Reagen years think of your arm in a five-gallon bucket of sudsy water, the smell of bleach singing your nostrils, that one Tuesday Matinee.
Congrats on your promotion. I'd rather listen to Pink Floyd than Bob Dylan, that guys a fag!
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