10.09.01 cheesecake doesn't fuck around

tour of north beach and city lights last night. still haven't figured out why i hate that store; a shame, as the key to my issues with the town as a whole are probably nested in that smaller peeve. ah well. home and wine.

today, the park and the japanese tea garden. big old koi, botan ame, a snow globe, a stretched penny with a stamped buddha. we rounded out sara's trip at tommy's mexican restaurant, thank you jen, where the staff chatted with the animatronic skull at the door: "hey you, what are you doing?" "hello, senor!"

ditched libra at the ten-page final stretch for murakami's underground, a series of sixty-two interviews associated with the '95 tokyo subway attacks. topical, yes! intentional, no! a segue, hell no! we all deserve spankings for the shenanigans of the last few weeks.
Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise...Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency...Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope...Our four...no...Amongst our weapons...Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise...I'll come in again.

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