:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Thursday, May 13, 2004 ::

thunder & lightning

The clouds above manhattan have unleashed a furious rainstorm that sends people scurrying for cabs with newspapers and briefcases clutched tight against their heads. A woman pilots her motorized wheelchair down 3rd Avenue, singing at the top of her lungs. A hopeful young man eyes the tarot cards and gold pyramids displayed in a psychic's window. And an exhausted student, who was caught without an umbrella, collapses in front of his computer. His jeans and t-shirt are completely soaked, and his mind is still spinning from all the caffeine, nicotine and useless information he'd crammed into what was already a brain occupied by morose and heavy thoughts. But much like the menacing clouds that have finally dispersed, so had his dementia. He'd finally limped across the finish line.

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