Over-Shopping

The over-shopping this past weekend was entangled with the whole drama with the break up of Terminal City and apparent break up of Apokiliptika... How totally banal of me, using material goods to paper over the cracks in my mind/soul/heart. How, darned, American...

This thing has been a blow to my pride... first off, there's the rejection thing. Then there's my trouble in dealing with it, with re-establishing my equilibrium.

I'll say it here. I loved Smashy and Jet and Raga. I loved Terminal City and I enjoyed hanging out at the  shade structure last year. And confronting that damn art car--um mutant vehicle.

Baggage--child of divorce (blah, blah, blah)

Am I still the Miracle Train Baby?

Dare I use that as an avatar?

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This is a very half formed blog, here for the discipline of blogging, rather than because I have a clear thought to share.

I'll leave it up. It can serve as a benchmark of how low I can go, bloggishly.