Photos on my computer of French animals

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Time is escaping me. I am getting quiet comfortable like this. The H on my keyboard is sticky. I made a calendar for September and October so I can understand days as units of time in months. Hopefully I will draw a line through one of the weeks and write "Mexico with Faye" above it. I saw the most beautiful man in Tartine today. I think he was with his gay husband and son. Later they pushed the baby carriage to Dolores and listened to the band play. He walked up to congratulate the performers when they finished and bought there CD. My God. Should I contact Clynton and inquire about how one becomes an assistant curator? hmmmm.... also...i live in Craigslist.

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Greetings from my loft bed, Valencia St. Actually I am under it right now.. so creepy. I explored the local haunts for a bit yesterday and I ended up on something that embodies San Fran for me...an article on DIY dildos from a punk DIY book in a Zine store. There is all this buzz about Zizek around, he was on the radio in the kitchen this morning. My roomate and I listened to his exploding words and wet tongue over coffee and grapefruit juice ( I failed to go to the market once again.) I have been seeing all these dusty white bikes around, and I wrongfully assumed they were Ghostbikes (monuments to killed bikers). Today as i saw another one I realized that I had seen dusty cars too... and then it all came together like a hazy San Francisco evening....Burningman. The city did manifest itself elsewhere this labor day weekend.