middle of the pittsburgh evening

time is slow and suddenly realized as just another aspect of space. so the space/time continuum is basically just the space continuum. however you want to look at it.

anyway, my adventures in no work world have thus far gotten me bitched at by an antsy neighbor, painted as a passing blur in a comical artists corner setting, led me through the halls of the andy warhol complex, where the soup cans are kept in the storage room, right behind the dolly full of garbage.

shawn makes music. beer consumption is contemplated. i’m alive and free and have no reason to feel otherwise for the majority of this month. blogging on the road will be intrepid but incredibly desirable, like finding a slice of pizza exactly like your hometown pizza shop in a town a dozen thousand miles away.

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