Great thread for dadaist schizo types like myself.
This is a good place for "tamed" wildness, without ruinning the flow of the forum. Restrained chaos.
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I had an awkard experience a few weeks ago while in Honolulu, before I went to Maui, before I came where I am right now, San Francisco.
I went to Safeway late at night (this 24hrs thing you guys have in the US gets me crazy, it turned me into a bat!) to grab some snack. I go for a tuna sandwhich and some ice tea. I bring it back to my place (a small room in a shared apartment on a bulding complex of seemingly degenerate types in the heart of Honolulu) and start eating it while watching some anime on my laptop.
While I am eating, I bite something hard. "Fuck! A chicken bone!".
And then it hit me: why is there a chicken bone on my tuna sandwhich???
Safeway sandwhiches no more.
Truedat.
This is a good place for "tamed" wildness, without ruinning the flow of the forum. Restrained chaos.
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I had an awkard experience a few weeks ago while in Honolulu, before I went to Maui, before I came where I am right now, San Francisco.
I went to Safeway late at night (this 24hrs thing you guys have in the US gets me crazy, it turned me into a bat!) to grab some snack. I go for a tuna sandwhich and some ice tea. I bring it back to my place (a small room in a shared apartment on a bulding complex of seemingly degenerate types in the heart of Honolulu) and start eating it while watching some anime on my laptop.
While I am eating, I bite something hard. "Fuck! A chicken bone!".
And then it hit me: why is there a chicken bone on my tuna sandwhich???
Safeway sandwhiches no more.
Truedat.