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one.) open mics are the special ed classes in the high skool of the damned.
two.) why is it my texas brethren always reference fishing television in their self-invocations of basic essentiality? fishing shows are absolutely the stuff of warhollian prophecy. the lakes are man-made. the fish are cultivated, bred, 'genetically engineered' in that sense, if not in the more recent and probably that as well. the bass boats all carry search and destroy technology that would shame the battleship behemoths of yore. the whole genre is predicated on handicam video technology. everything in the 'fishing show' is about as 'natural' as in a 4x4 commercial. fishing has become a multi-million dollar entertainment industry tiered by class. the old black men from uptown crab in the east river with these deep sea fishing rigs that cost god knows how much. i know of a boy works seventy hours a fucking week gonna spend ten thousand dollars on seven days of bothering tuna in costa rica. or whatever fish it is you bother in costa rica. fly-fishing is what you do if you're rich and tweedy. which is exactly the productivity to social status ratio veblen predicts: you never catch shit fly-fishing.
apparently the literature suggests that the bass in fished lakes grow cannier than those in un-fished lakes. i don't know the parameters of the research. can we speak of bass culture? do you think bass go ghosty?
i imagine a roman citizen: "i'm just a simple city boy. don't hurt my head with that greek theory, that jewish sophistry. i understand racing, and fighting, and feeding persons from heretical sects to exotic animals."
three.) katya ann sang 'itsy-bitsy spider' last night. jordan and marissa sang a song of jordan's composition. jordan assured us he had written this song specifically for us, the wednesday night crowd at DTUT (which is absolutely the coffee bar in Friends except it's on the other side of the park). the chorus went something like this: "hey honey, those are cute shoes/ c'mon, let's make people/ i'll get us some pizza/ and we'll go back to my place." (copyright jordan.) i looked around the room. i detected scant argument for replication myself (katya ann had left). jordan is sweet to be so optimistic but i'm gonna give him some condoms.
i found no pictures of jordan on the DTUT website. or vic either. maybe i didn't look hard enough. i wish it was jordan and vic doing the music on that website because the jam that is there is pointlessly sucky.
four.) susan is mrs. montoya re-incarnated into the new york of the nineteen nineties. i'm still considering edsel mcfadden's previous lives. trevor is a spaniel of some variety. bunny is very concerned about the python that lives upstairs with the stripper.
five.) whales were fish not so long ago.
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