Ambiance is often worth the wait, and as with word association, split meanings and subliminal messages of re-construction elevate the mood in an age of frailty.

This occurred to me earlier today a few hours before Chow was loaded onto the SLOG while paused on the #48 bus across from the University of Washington Campus.

Bus stop art was mixed with stains of paint mis-interpreted graffitti and the ever elusive axioms of a house on fire that once upon a time had "your way or the highway " sand blasted across the exterior.

I was reminded on the way to coffee of the great work of Carl Sagan and his partner Ann Druyan as I passed the donation book bin box at the Safeway on east Madison Street, where for a mere two dollars
the lucky participant and book hunter can find a copy of their 1992 Random House book

Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors:
A Search For Who We Are

Life is full of odd occurrances and wildly synchronistic coincidence; everywhere we look we all have the chance to see each other neighbors and communities time and effort and confirmations and actions.

Take for instance a flyer posted to the power polls near the Ebeneezers Church around the 1700 block of Madison, ads by a gentleman named Bob Avakian inviting you to partake in his work called

Away with All Gods.

Niot having read his manifesto, I will not say I am capable of erudite explanations in detail as to his claims... atheistic or otherwise, yet I was left with a clear impression of a scienctific approach to a moment that will catch your eye should your glance notice his page.

Of course, my experiance has taught me thus far that if the impulse to cling to a doctrine of randomn chance without a creative design some point in inception, you might as well fly to the moon and gobble up some space dust for I'm with Kurt Cobain (in spirit anyway) with the "come as you are" philosophy in his enlightenment

" I found God..." yeah....most of us still miss Kurt.

One of the benefits of having the appearance of a personality character traits that is by way of outside observation and on the surface level at least, is the notion that the directive

" he or she is afraid to speak out to authority until a crisis point has reached the red alert stage, and therefore then requires the observation and maintinence by that same authorities detractors, is the unique position to pull into a discourse or debate the opportunity for an honest as well as intellectual change of heart, which then opens up room for passionately altered emotions.

This is of course impervious at times to revenge.

Take again for instance, another example, the little sliver of pictured eye on the north west door frame of the downtown Macy's department store at Westlake Center.

This morning, on the way to the # 48 bus, there was a picture pasted to the wall there.

I am confident someone wanted that fully disclosed message to linger there for some intended shock or interpretive value.

I on the other hand chose to 'self correct' the moment.

That's a lifestyle decision I am working on thanks to the inspiration of Thom Yorke and Radioheads' smashing song

"Bodysnatcers", off their recent release

In Rainbows.

Now, I can't and WILL NOT claim that i have received "messages" from them instructing me to scratch off a full frontal XXX vibrator stuffing picture of a twenty something phortograph.

I just chose to make a little edit that i felt was appropriate for the downtown shopping district a few days before fathers day during there one day sale.

I received no payment or thanks for it, and don't expect any.... yet revenge is something that lurks in the hearts of those who often feel affronted or slighted.

The old phrase,

" Revenge is best served cold..." in my opinion is a vile beast seldomn capable all by itself of reception of the term I am studying from that MU-KOO voice ( spelling? ) moo-koo voice... I don't moan...
( EYE don't moan?)...

you see I got a burned in copy of their In Rainbows on trade from my copy of IF, by Joni Mitchell... and therefore have not had the opportunity to study the art of their printed word in any other form than a couple of week listen to In Rainbows.

Never the less... I was inspired and hence my action...self correct for my personal ethic in "le'flagrante' uno-publico".

K-shirah-shirah... for whatever will bee will be.

At any rate maybe it will help with an introduction, (or knot) if it is not to follow at the gate in August when I attempt to gate crash the White River Will Call Window and give the gift of some hand painted oil pastels and a peice of granite to The Men from England, Radiohead.

There you can find

The same old goat.

Any way, the little typos are obvious in #2 comment...and the cut off is here.

scrambled eggs for you, sutton! ha!

xob

And Gabriel Claycamp's bacon doughnuts injected with maple syrup at the after party were the cherry on fucking top.

I would do it again in a heartbeat.