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cbs channel 2 showed video of a fallen tree in douglaston, queens, and made it look like this one tree represented an apocalypse. queens is in ruins! new york is decimated! then they showed some rain falling in upper manhattan as further proof that the endtimes were nigh. what the fuck? what THE fuck…

now, a half hour later, the sun is out and it‘s all placid across the 5 boroughs.

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was today another utter waste? it might be. i was prisoner to UPS from 2-5pm, the window of time during which i was promised re-delivery of an item i half-assedly ordered from amazon before passing out drunk one night last week. UPS never showed so i taped the signed delivery/redlivery note to the door and went about my busy day.

i found a stridently ambiguous endtime warning today. it was stuck inside a copy of the december, 1910, issue of The Etude Magazine. i don‘t think the God-fearing literature was distributed by Theodore Presser (publisher of The Etude) but who knows, maybe it was. i feel it must have slipped in there by other means. by other maneuverings. theㄸㅅ셔셩ㄷ ㅊ채ㅕㅣㅇ ㅠㄷ editorsat The Etude could be dogmatic in their ways but slipping apocalyptic warnings in to the magazine seems out of character.

there notice contained a roadmap, which i thought would have given an address for a revival or a place to be saaaaaved. but the roads led to hell, and intersectedwith sin and tempations and debauchery.

i was reminded of a conversation in college which led to the idea that a contestant on The Price is Right would choose “what‘s behind the curtain“ and the curtain would open and the announcer would say “You chose…. AN EVENING OF LUST!!!“ and behind the curtain would be an orgiastic scene of fucking and the audience would scream,the mothers covering the eyes of their children for to protect them from the visage of decadence and debauchery. “WE‘LL FLY YOU AND A PARTNER TO A MANHATTAN NIGHT CLUB FOR 3 NIGHTS OF ALL-INCLUSIVE LUST, WITH FUCKING, FELLATIO, ASS-SEX, JACUZZI…“ etc… we laughed and laughed, seniors in college, at the Price Is Right‘s Eeeeevening Of Luuuuust!

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i‘ve been filling screen after screen with memories of corporate, of grade school, and of yesterday. but so far high school and college do not rise up too often from my cobwebbed memories. i laughed myself to sleep over one college memory, one too strange to explain without benefit of the sound of my voice, but that‘s an isolated incident.college mostly does not exist (nice grammatical construct, that “mostly not“) in my immediate memory (<<nice, too, “immediate memory“). (I‘m niiiice). high school is largely constipation in my memory. grade school remains golden, with its perilous foundation and prestidigitational exertions.

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