Your mother is not your mother. Her hair is always wet and new and red, opal towel wrapped creatively over portions of it. You are almost paranoid, trying to find the pedals of that bike with flailing feet. You just barley remember you were on this 2 speeder as rail road crossing arm cuts the air in all it’s Lemon Green diagonal striped splendor with legs that have abandoned you.
New mother wants to know if you have been affected by the recent woes of Frankfurt’s DAX 30. Well, well, you see…..I’m well mixed with that, sector…. I know which one…
She childishly pulls your face with sing song repetitions: DAX, DAX, Oh Dax 30 Wimps, 30 WIMPS at SEA trying to make love to a sliding whore, financial expert, rough fantasy side jobs pay for the four bedrooms in Croatia….did you need that salty view honey?
Anway, you try to get to the B52′s concert to do a little promotion for your own show, because they happened to be playing at ASSER LEVY PARK (8-9-07) but the traffic is so bad, you end up enjoying a few minutes of precious night cold August breeze in strip mall, buying subway sandwiches, and renting a movie about three Irish girls thrown into Nun laundry Profit Center Slave-Christ camp. The film is called ‘The Magdalene Sisters,’ it was excellently shot, couldn’t help but enjoy almost all performances from the grim reaper with fury fangs MSuperior, to the three young women tossed away to this horrible military type Catholic slave-labor camp for supposed transgressions against their own chastity, and unwed undefilment. One leaves this film with a rejuvenated contempt and violent hatred for the idea of the old medusa hid in a habit nun of this era/place/ et cetera. These young girls had been in some cases abandoned by their family after being raped by a man… (Yes…that unthinkable Neolithic idea that women forced into sex has become unpure and must be vanished from home/village…et cetera…. anyway.
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