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From Democracy Now - 'And finally the peace sign turns 50 years old today. Over the past five decades the peace sign has become one of the world’s enduring icons. The original peace sign was developed in1958 by a British textile designer and conscientious objector named Gerald Holtom. He created the symbol by combining the semaphore letters N and D, for nuclear disarmament. On Feb. 21, 1958 the symbol was accepted by the Direct Action Committee Against Nuclear war. The symbol soon began to be used in anti-nuclear protests across Britain and then spread across the globe.'

1978

stoned
differential buried in oregon sand
music playing from a cassette stereo which is bolted to
the
floor of a '63 Ford
Fairlane, Marantz
with Blaupunkt speakers which
are
hidden under batik back backseat cover
listening to
blood on the tracks and being stoned
in the dripping rain
and the ranger - one of the Fat Cats- leaves a little fold-able shovel and says he'll be back in a few hours- fuck him
don't come back
see if your shovel will still be here
it will

sunday

silent now
my ears
are bleeding
actually only one - the right
watched Blazing Saddles
today
and slept

alphabet city

Separated by time in the form of
an old typewriter key, an H actually,
-just the part you put your finger on-
not the metal part, the little metal letter attached by
by a spindle, like a finger again, reaching out putting
the smack down on your finger again like
no one else, sin tropo, unverified yet regulated.

the joy of sex

Like a plastic scissor handle
i- swerve to avoid sleeping sheep
And broken sepulchres- gargoyles frozen cement smile
with tongue
a-hanging in the ninth ward
I’m sweating with the thought
of going underground again
My teeth are numb, I’m still faking it
for your sake but you don’t even care or
acknowledge ANYTHING which means-
What you don’t understand
I’m not trying to relate? Well, drifting around again
isn’t the only way to skin a cat or drink an inkwell with
you just walking and walking and walking. Please
don’t use my stamps anymore I’m so sick of finding packages
for people who don’t live here anymore or are even alive

Chopper Chicks w/Zombietown & Soultaker

What happened to all the funky movie theaters on Market street? Gone. Even the Fascination bowling parlor is history. What about the toy railroad store on upper Market street that was next to the Scandinavian hofbrau? The hofbrau only employed young Swedish, Danish and Norwegian girls and paid them under the table. When you walked in you got hit with the smell of pot roast, overcooked carrots and gravy.
Or Carl's Diabetic Cookie store on 18th street- now it's some schmancy place called Farina. I thought farina was some kind of oatmeal or breakfast mush. Gruel. Swill. Of course I never bought cookies there.