incorect

i had some money today & felt a queer magnetic pulling (somewhat different from the average queer magnetic pulling) toward the direction of an asian supermarket where i might purchase a bit of exotic seafood. i've never had an ocupus or squid tenticle in my possession & must wonder at the possibilities... again, not for food... but for mixed media, interpretive dance...

it's a beautiful night for squid hunting, for squid-stop-animation...

no octopus or squid even, at the filipino market. there was a catfish i had wanted to take home & set free into the ocean of my bathtub... i consider tossing a small electrical appliance into the waters in hopes of bringing back a little life... but no... i did not bring him home. i don't know how to buy a catfish carcus... it looks complicated, with the ice, and the bags, and the weighing machines, and the busy gentlemen standing behind the rows of would-be catfish tombstones- but they are not tombstones, they are pricetags.

i did bring home some tofu & a box of hello kitty cookies... (hello kitty... what marketing brilliance) & also a filipino issue of FHM... inside, nigh an implant among them... will scan someday.

I think I'm sorry. for everyone