July 21st, 2006

HTOC

This crude and vapid medium

There can be no doubt that the weekend is upon us.  The signs and markings of the season are immanent.  Tomorrow will be spent in Duluth.  I will travel with a certain lady of beauty; who, due to her utter gentleness and purity, will not be named.  Indeed, she would be besmirched if I were to even type her angelic name onto this crude and vapid medium.  No, we will not fall into that darkness

Duluth holds a certain mystique for us; a certain otherness.  We shall go there and we shall become distinctly other.  And we will not share one bit of it.  Not one.