Last week the fortune of being the bike messenger in the Jar really paid off when my work brought me in front of a native bank ceremony worshiping sky, hot faux flames taped to the amplifier and the ancient dress costume of an erector set. The spirit was in the air and tuckers gathered to offer their own sacrifice of plastic StarBucks lids to the landscape via the over flowing street side garbage cans while they documented this ancient ritual with their cell phone cameras. The Gods altho not necessarily appeased were really pissed off so the stocks started falling again. Witness, can you feel the Spirit?
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