Fear of Clowns

July 212, 2005. Today I saw people with guitars, but I didn't see a bongo player or drum circle. I saw people running and walking, but nobody on a pogo stick. There was a dad and kid playing frisbee and guys playing football on the sand volleyball courts but I didn't see a Buddhist nun running a burrito stand. As always, the outdoor fry stand that smells like frozen seafood in grease but to my knowledge, there was no series of Einstein-Rosen bridges along the path which sent people in and out through the future and pasts of other universes for a million lifetimes and returned them right where and when they were picked up, leaving them ignorant of their incredible journeys.

- Erik

// posted by Erik @ 7/22/2005 09:59:00 PM
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