Alittle bit drunk. A little bit fdurnk. A little biut drinuk.
So here’s some birds of the Bay Area:
Black-crowned Night Heron
You will like that, I thinkso.
My friends, today in the quad at school were a couple of guys with waist-high reproductions of pictures of aborted fetuses. I cried and cried. Why would you do that? Can you think my mind will be changed? What a fuck, I said, but could not think how to give them the verbal equivalent of a waist-high reproduction of a picture of an aborted fetus. I stood and stared for the longest time. It looked like a sad bloody muppet.
Well I will have some more wine. What with the war, and the fetuses, I am knocked up as they say in Jane Austen when they mean tired tired tired. I know it is passe to care about the war and stuff but I kind of do. I keep thinking of the nice cafes and such on Castro Street that will be rubbleized if bombing occurs.
Yesterday the police shot a homeless man in Baghdad Cafe near my house, to death. He was coming at them with knives garnered from the kitchen is what I heard but I just don’t know what to think anymore. I wonder if he was black, if he was dirty, if they were white and clean. I will have some more wine. Sorry for this, sorry sorry for this. I think there’s a nationwide protest being organized in multiple cities on the 26th if anyone is interested. I will have an eye to the fliers.