MARILYN

It's that Jesus "I come not in peace but to bring a sword" thing that we argued back then, us hippies (weekend variety included) saying "no" and the hard core dissenters yelling "yes". I was comforted that I didn't like going back to the 60s which I always said was my favorite decade. I liked being under 30 and the music was by far the best. Here's the chosen segment: Showing Candy Barr smoker in a 3 storey house on the Penn Campus listening to Led Zeppelin 1 thru cheap speakers shoved into coffee cans while baked on black hash. Romantic nostalgia? unresolved PTSD? doesn't change anything - this train is clickety-clacking along the primrose track and that old shit is still just shit.

Maybe it's just admitting that some nostalgia reveals just how lucky that we survived the era and we're here, we're not queer and let's have a beer is still a good idea. I like waking up on a day with NO deliverables and she's next to me which is the reality that counts, voodooman.

Almost have the right rhythm figured out and still understanding essentials vs. trash, so still an acceptable participant. Mixing Diet Mountain Dew with moth balls is difficult because it's hard to get under their tiny legs. I don't want to set the world on fy-er.