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Demir Goes Grocery Shopping
(Demir enters grocery store with three girls with dreadlocks- sees Chris)
Demir: Hey! What's up Man? (swarmy loss of eye contact)
Chris: Oh not much...(Chris forgets Demir's weird name)....just, you know...working...How's life?
Demir: Aww, pretty good...just pluggin away at my thesis...(steals some fruit leathers...smiles widely)
Chris: (incredulous) super...well I'll see ya...
Demir: Yeah bro...totally drop by the house sometime...we're gonna have a real cool party this weekend...(grabs dreadlock's ass and saunters off to steal wine leaving behind faint nag champa mingled with semen odor)
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I now propose that we not discuss Demir any further on this blog...
Be grateful, JB....Barbara Boxer is a champ!! She was was one of the two (the other being the woman from Ohio) who contested the election in Ohio...she also fucking scolded condi...she's righteous!...and Wellstone is dead, anyway...I mean the guy was great, but he died way back when I was living in Elliot's basement...back when Demir was....FUCK!!!!...
Last night I had the privilige, or rather I subjected myself on the bequest of my dear mother, of attending a lecture by reknowned religion scholar Elaine Pagels on the Gnostic Gospels and The Gospel of Thomas...now that was fairly interesting, diving into the topic of the somewhat censored and heretical writing of a loopy sect of JC's disciples whose writing was recently unearthed...Thomas was kooky because he was a bit more esoteric and less dualistic in nature...he pissed off john and was called doubting thomas in his gospel...anyway, the point being, I attended the lecture in this sprawling ass church in Prairie Village, Johnson County Kansas (where Jesse may have preached the word of Reed down the street at Shawnee Mission East...)and there were literally a thousand fuckers there...I was in the belly of the beast!...this is the home of SPRINT...a corporate american xanadu...lots of CEO looking fuckers reeking of gin...nodding off and looking at me like I was gonna suicide bomb em in my narly pendleton sweater and goatee...It was really quite a test of endurance to sit amongst this group of money hoarding world liberators...anyway I got outta there unscathed...but now I have to go to my grandma's house for lunch...that's OK, though...she gave me a subscription to Time Magazine because "they're on our side"....mmmmm, green bean casserole...
