how are you girl? hope these times don't knock a god damn step out of yr stride. and with it, the breeze, summer clouds and swelter leaves you some space to play, relax and be yourself for christ's sake. do you get a vacation? if so, it probably isn't due to the benevolence of the gallows of middle and upper management. it looks as though i may be working for an urban gardening project in the city of san fran. i'd like to take it to south america and get out of this hipster slum of a bay. families, families, families....i had a dream about being a father, i turned over violently in my bed, but to no avail. the damn thing started from the beginning. i think i had another one the other night, but i can't be sure. ah, women, they give two frightful things: broken hearts and children. and so much more....if you haven't any summer reading planned, then let me push either 'tropic of cancer' by henry miller or 'hunger' by knut hamsun. and whatever they're selling in the pinko commie isle at your local anarchist collective cruelty-free non-profit sustainable independent kiosk.
ciao
peter
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