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hello hello im finally done with my last paper and this semester.
no joy since i didnt manage to end this sem as painlessly as i hoped.
oh but whatever will come will come, and next sem will be a better one.

off to trade one poison for another!!

good luck for your finals chimpy! are you still up for vietnam?
happy mugging jojo.
dont watch so much tv fuzzy lol.

biggest omelette of my life, biggest breakfast probably too. i was intimidated by audry into finishing 4 extra large eggs with feta cheese and spinach, 3 buttermilk pancakes with butter and maple syrup, coffee and cream. arghhh heart burn.

then it was dinner that same day at grand lux cafe with clar's northwestern friend with obscene amounts of food again

and dessert (note the sailor top thing again shup)

all in one day. arghhhhhhh multiply by 6 and you get a severely clogged but fully satisfied heart.

big big big city, but no sense of being lost, thanks to midwestern homey warmth and self-snarky newspaper visionglasses that made me feel like superman in metropolis. the old friends who just are, exploring, improv shows, swingy blues, shopping, and tonnes of great food probably helped too. thank you world, and various unknown people out there, for:

Chicago by Carl Sandburg

Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the faces of women and children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
Bareheaded,
Shoveling,
Wrecking,
Planning,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people, Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

yukio mishima + other contemporary japanese writers/philosophers/activists of his are searing me through and through. a class shouldn't affect me so.