I just saw the new New Yorker magazine in Elliot Bay books here in Seattle.
a cuurent example of the 21st century reminding of why I liked the old days of Heart and Magazine when I was younger.
The odd thing and again not so odd is the cover and the time and space between the computers e-maoling to Courtney Love and the games I was playing in Enumclaw Washington as I was working through the idea of the Kurt Cobain movie and what some would call a plageristic adaptation sequence of thoughts with a idea called
The Last Dead Rockstar.
even stranger is the truth that I was listening to Nirvana and had what I thought at the time was a special vinal press from Butch Vig.( that I'm not sure about cause I still have it and I was pretty high on active aroura borealises son spots.if you know what I mean.
The further point is what to do with Luly Yang cover and the face behind the face part of discretion when last night this morning I got the throat version of active aroura borealises and the soundwave choke to the throat from a neighbors electronic machine while sleeping.
I felt like after waking that it was a bullet going through my neck and now I remeber thinking that it's not nice to play with advanced weapons of war or police. the truth is I was sleeping and so was the guy who had the phone in the shelter. which begs the question just what is going
on?
This happened, it's not a lie and I was told by a guard before hand while mentioning other aspects of problems to other men staying in the emergency shelter to either leave or mind my own business.
Since I value my life and the suffering of others, I am wondering why this real phenominon wouldn't be everybody's business. for if it can happen to me. maybe it can happen to you also. or someone you love.