I was on my way to work this morning, walking through our bourgious seeking ghetto, glancing into TK MAX, complelty impressed by the elevators and design.  We’re a lively little bunch this borough didn’t have too much time to observe, but saw some school kids, or rather heard some school kids.  They’ve kinda got a habit of getting heard before seen – its a human ambulance siren.  People just shrug and make way, and like moses they part the sea – with a lot of animosty thrown in.

Just remembered I had to send an email to NOI UK.  That’s Nation of Islam.  Earlier this week, I stumbled upon (whilst staring at the TK MAX elevators) a dude from NOI.

I’ll post this another time.

Anyhows, still going through a political phase.

Work was cool.  I’m soo affable in person, but net talk can go a bit askew sometimes.  I guess words kick start the imagination – tons – what a crazy dart to throw to get it right.  My imagination is like some bizzare thing – irrational.

Anyhows I forgot my point.  Whatever.  Partner called me a teenage brain yesterday.  Like he thinks that matters.  I’ll do part two, when I remember. <the irony is killing me>

[2 hours later]

I now feel two ways about the above

1) I don’t know whether I made a point on anything

2) I realize that a ramble of bollox is as good as an hour in therapy.