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SATURndaeg no verse and yEs prose sabaDo
under destruction to morrow
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some guy on the radio news left his kid in the car again. He died, of course. God help us life is such a bitch.
Now they're talking about massive solar flares hitting the earth and I think it is time for me to stock up on emergency supplies yes.
The litany of effects, power outages, satellites being destroyed, weird lights in the sky at night, magnetic storms, xray storms, etc. These effects are very difficult to measure, but philosophically fall right in with other millennial mad predictions of doom.
Earth to Venus, Earth to Venus, you are cleared to land, over.
On the edge of tomorrow, in Tijuana, any possible conspiracy assumes proportions of chocolate cake magnitude.
"Any police station will tell you that during a full moon crime rates go through the ceiling" this is a common belief. I would like to see some actual demographic figures. (Heh, strange statement from one who worships mythology....)
Maybe it will crash the whole internet and erase my entire corpus of written work heh. Bye....
jmckanny.com ??
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I will wake up tomorrow before dawn and see the morning star. Then go out walking while the sobreruedas streetmarket sets up for another Sunday of sell sell sell....
Tere has been fighting the holy war of the office and
she doesn't want me to tell
She comes home after noon from Saturday morning at the office and we go out to lunch at giuseppe's a popular italian eatery with branches all over town. Forty dollars wham wham wham beer food desert, yes of course they served soup and salad with the meal I mean please at that price they better. But I still prefer those little hole in the wall places where for one fifth the cost or one tenth some little lady or man cooks you a fast meal
Of course you don't have the atmosphere and the price
I shoulda known when the beer was almost three dollars that we were in for the ride, in for a penny, in for a pound, eh? Eh.
Then we rode down to the valley and went to the CECUT where my love spent all her time in the book store. If I had any brains about me I would have said oh let's go to el dia bookstore over on Sanchez Taboada but no I wanted to walk over and watch the torture machines in operation - the mechanical rides set up on the empty lot across from the mercado hidalgo
which reminds me I need to write some fresh material about that market for the new web site.
There are now only two months until my targeted opening date for tijuanagringo.com and I have begun to move the diaryblog and keep it here, not back over there at geoseizure. Surprise did you know you have already crossed over, there's the signpost, you have entered the taillight zone yes.
This is already the next level.
The hardest job will be transitioning tour info essays.
okei bai okay bye
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okei bai okay bye
email: daniel@tijuanagringo.com