Buh?

Fever.

I have a fever. I’m walking in a desert. Vultures trace satellite rings around my head.

Hotter than a sweatshop in july.

Look a handy escape-craft!

Jump onto a gusting boat, sailing over waves of sand, a sycophant illusion, delusion in ice cream form.

Buh?

Sharks On a Hang-Glider

Droughts are necessary. It’s part of a cyclical process without which everything depends on. After all, everything is defined by it’s own antithesis. Thus, without drought, there could be no abundance, because we’d have nothing to compare it to.

Figure that allusion out.
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My stint at Doner is coming to a close. I have a matter of weeks left, and I’m starting to feel it. I have effectively traded my summer for a few lines on a resume, some experience in my back pocket, and a new computer. As certain people have told me, I’m entering a larger world, one full of fascinating prospects and unavoidable minutiae. Killer.
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Life Pursuits:
1. Trigger my latent telekinetic abilities (I know they’re there.)
2. Eat a big steak of Kobe Beef. Medium rare, please.
3. See Tom Waits in Concert.

One of these items will be crossed off tomorrow.

(eeeee!)

[Tom Waits: interview | recent performance | great photo]