merry

it does indeed suck that arcade was one of the few places in this country that i felt at home in. it had a second-hand bookshop and a punk rock record store, and a neat little alternative gallery/coffee shop where i used to go and read my bad poetry to an audience of assorted hobos, bums and misfits.

oh well, it means either one of two things: a total refurbishment to make it a proper arts-hangout, or a total refurbishment into some yuppified starschmucks shopping mall. i hope and pray it's the former

how is your head today ms mary? and did ya have fun