_v_

to new orleans, where they wait for me to appear... then follow in a silent legion, gesturing, running against the wind, pullin the rope, trapped in boxes...
why do i feel such a deep, viceral hate for them?
they try to steal my monday red beans money. and forever, shall their pathetic lives be forfeit.
um, but marcel marceau actually rules. just street mimes. mediocre devils spawn.

France.