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theTangentUniverse (aka ICGNS)
2003-02-23 07:02:20 (UTC)

The Huddled Masses

Some of what I write here is actual horse manure. But life ain't like
TV (especially freakin' "RealiTV") so to quote my favourite outlaws
from their glory years ... "Them's the breaks"

Love in traffic ... wow. so true. what a freakin year. last week i saw
paul van dyk and satoshi tomiie spin. pure bliss. in addition to
sasha and digweed, deep dish x2 and Murk (next month) in the
span of six months ... now if only I could round out the experience
with tenaglia and pure bliss herself, the one and only Sister, I
could give up the groove altogether. Bliss ain't likely here in corn
country midwest ... but then again I can't believe that list, and I
didn't even have to go to Chicago. the spirits are smiling on me. i
get another visit with myra ellen next month, too.

i feel almost like checking off the list before i move on. after 5
years i'm finally moving on to something else, something for me.
no more waiting, no more doubt, no more retreating to the
background and the hells of retail discontent. joan miro's
proverbial escape ladder has descended from my friends in the
trees. and btw, fuck that bashir guy. michael jackson's a freak,
yeah. but fuck him for implying climbing trees is just for kids. I
don't necessarily understand or condone MJ (or his music for the
past 15 years for that matter ... god i miss some billie jean) but i've
got to wish there was some kind of middle ground between the
"dateline/primetime norm aka prescribed nonsense" and MJ's
whacked out trip through neverland. more on this and other topics
on my two hour primtime special ... where's susan powter when
you need her? stop the insanity indeed. put a gun in my hand and pretend
you don't care.




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