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Thursday, September 5, 2024

You Don't Own The Air, Or Me!

Screw this noise.
That's some fucking nerve. Wish I'd had some heroin, woulda whipped it out & sparked it right there. Or anything else. Started a fire on general anarchic principles, even. Spent close to five hrs. outside the bunker today; the above was the most interesting/maddening thing I encountered.

Supposed to have been 105°F (40.5556°C); the Weatherbug app on the allegedly smart 'phone claimed it was a mere 94 when I got around to checking. Breezy & dry, not oppressive in the least. And my blood may be so thin that 105°F is nothing.
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