NEWS ITEM FOR THURSDAY, AUGUST 28: While not as yet confirmed, I think I spied with my little eye the mythic FLUX in downtown Portland today.
As both the mildly obsessed and the totally obsessed alike well know the Dame FLUX was slated to arrive by private airjet from Atlanta TODAY, and as a consequence I was not able to keep my breakfast down: a bowl of Basic 4 and an onion bagel (with cream cheese) were VOMITED onto my black and white checkerboard kitchen floor. This violent reflex of the nervous system was just one among many such as nailbiting, hairpulling, wallkicking, kittentormenting, &c. Later by an act of divine mercy I was able to compose myself enough to report to my post as volunteer in the library downtown. It was on the return trip from same that I was seated comfortably aboard a fleet fourwheeled vessel of Portland's superb public transit system when through the thick haze of semiconsciousness penetrated as might a jackhammer through papier-mache the following tableau:
Two male youths of approximate age 16 years receiving a no holds barred DRUBBING from a young woman who bore the likeness and features of the One and Only high priestess of science, love, anarchy, self-aggrandizement, et al, ad infinitum.
AS FORTUNE WOULD HAVE IT I was seated at the time, for I fainted. When I came to I couldn't but wonder if in fact the entity I beheld mid-asskicking was The FLUX or some rank imposter, which incoherent speculation was abruptly ended and replaced with disgust upon realizing that I had missed my bus stop.
At the time of this typing it is no longer Thursday but Friday. This totally fucks up the headline.
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On behalf of Mayor Katz and the city of Portland I'd like to extend a warm welcome to SG Flux: May she savor our special brand of whitetitude and our even specialer southern fried tofu.
As both the mildly obsessed and the totally obsessed alike well know the Dame FLUX was slated to arrive by private airjet from Atlanta TODAY, and as a consequence I was not able to keep my breakfast down: a bowl of Basic 4 and an onion bagel (with cream cheese) were VOMITED onto my black and white checkerboard kitchen floor. This violent reflex of the nervous system was just one among many such as nailbiting, hairpulling, wallkicking, kittentormenting, &c. Later by an act of divine mercy I was able to compose myself enough to report to my post as volunteer in the library downtown. It was on the return trip from same that I was seated comfortably aboard a fleet fourwheeled vessel of Portland's superb public transit system when through the thick haze of semiconsciousness penetrated as might a jackhammer through papier-mache the following tableau:
Two male youths of approximate age 16 years receiving a no holds barred DRUBBING from a young woman who bore the likeness and features of the One and Only high priestess of science, love, anarchy, self-aggrandizement, et al, ad infinitum.
AS FORTUNE WOULD HAVE IT I was seated at the time, for I fainted. When I came to I couldn't but wonder if in fact the entity I beheld mid-asskicking was The FLUX or some rank imposter, which incoherent speculation was abruptly ended and replaced with disgust upon realizing that I had missed my bus stop.
At the time of this typing it is no longer Thursday but Friday. This totally fucks up the headline.
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On behalf of Mayor Katz and the city of Portland I'd like to extend a warm welcome to SG Flux: May she savor our special brand of whitetitude and our even specialer southern fried tofu.
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after watching liquid sky, i sat in my room for an hour and stared at the wall. then i had these really fucked up dreams, which i savored and dwelled upon...