i hear a man talking particle weight and force threshold, or somethin'erother. He is dirty dark'ish - the leathery kind - but a whiteman under it all, i think.
his hair is grey and jerry garcia, but headbanded back in a kick his own.
the guy off the log, where man is perched
is fairly silent in his listening, and weirdly respectful from where i stand.
clear and precise, he talks neutrons and electrons and vast magical energies derived of smashing things.
and i said, all right.
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are you sure they weren't sitting on a toadstool?
definitely mushroomable
i need your pictures from this weekend, dammit. why didn't i zap those out of your fancy new rig. tonite, must do.
I know. I need them too.
You're going to need a very big ray gun
i'll grab some viagra on the way home
A Carlos Castaneda disciple, steaming, scheming, dreaming in dog-whistle octaves.
i always envy those damn dogs that hear what i don't.
I have a couple good photos for ya too. I'll try to shoot you an email tonight...
It's all true: matter is frozen energy, even at the macro scale we have wavelengths (you can do the calculations with the non-relativistic Schrodinger equation) and if you pull things apart, there's a big release of energy.
That I learned in class. Now, about the secret history of the U.S. and the Freemasons and pixies influencing Supreme Court decisions, that I learned from a similar wandering fellow in Harvard Square.
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