Thanksgiving Is Ruined

The Personal is Political. The Political is Personal.

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July 20, 2005

Some possible locations:

in such aridity that it is impossible to draw forth one single thought to unite me with God

in a ferment over your book

in an environmental place right now

in such a condition that I am almost unfit for business

in a similar state to the Spectator's when he is in the Stock Exchange

in one of those reality warps, like cheese that smells of smelly socks

in no condition to fully recognize what those particular words are

in a bad way, Benjamin

in a bad way about Eustace

in the habit of running programs

in that position for soul fishin

in tha depths of hell but when i'm walking on tha street kid my name rings bells

in touch with the store-consciousness

in the same bucket as Cliff Richard