Alas Poor Yorick(India)!

Temporary Crib: over looking a river baby.
Your comment about Gary Colman here: I saw a Kareokee guy today, he might fit right in.
How do you sleep at night? Fanatical Models on wings flying over top my body with various advertisements painted over their body advertising various inline facial creams, perfumed toilet paper, lipstick, the new bouncing shoes for pimps, etc.

Cry Baby Cry, Make your mother sigh, shes old enough to know better.... cry baby cry.

I really felt like crying, and i did facially gesture crying movements momentarily after escaping onto a busy indian street, inside i was screaming and crying in a mix of anger, shock, relief and sadness. Yea thats right i escaped, and a damn good thing it was. I had an tragic American relapse this afternoon after going on search for a pillow! why a pillow you ask? well it all started with me moving into my new apartment! My apartment is very bare, a fresh coat of light light light white blue paint, a bed with a decorative sheet on top, a decorative pillow, two windows with thin curtains and screens(!!!), lots of sun light to illuminate and make a salubrious/happy/bright energy/vibe/atmosphere/enviorment, a fan, florescent light tube, empty light socket (hope it works), all residing on top of a bare stone floor. that is my room described in exquisitely fine detail. so a pillow as two people have already commented verbatim "a pillow is important", yesses i agree. so i want a nice comfy pillow for my nice comfy head. i must have been in some deranged psychotic mood earlier, because what ever posses ed me to advance upon my next action in search of a pillow was obviously satanic. Osama Bin Laden im sure wants to kill me. i walked into this big building that sort of kinda of--oh shit it is--a fully bona fide more american than american MALL! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
[Insert sob stories here]
Ironically, i fit into this place like an albino peach in a bowl of dark Hindu raisins, that is to say i somehow didnt belong there, though people acted like this was my territory and left me the hell alone, save the shocked stares. SHOCKED! i wanna tell you a thing or two about shocked. the next hindu prima donna olsen twins could have walked right in and would have played cool. this was a cataclysmic shock. four floors of STUFF--Hindu stuff, American STUFF, British STUFF, stuff's STUFF. all in all there was too much stuff! so me in me sky blue shirt maroon scarf and english style hemp hat walking in. walking through finding a pillow protesting my contempt in a most jovial way, dropping all desires for a pillow, found some hindi soap, bought it, watched: soap being bagged, tagged, tied, stamped, green for go, patiently waiting, elevator, lines, elevator, 2nd floor--ground floor, exit search, not fast enough, not fast enough, hasty walk, security checkpoint #2, exit, relax the uptight tensity, reclaim backpack, walk down to the street, sigh in relief from hamlet's feeling after Ophelia died, lamenting poor Yorick, and bursting into tears at the sight of india again! OH MY MOTHER OF GOD! that was an experience one should never bear. such a juxtaposed instant transition. IT WAS AWFUL! It could be a real Shakespearean tragedy: shining happy people turn in to western craving masochistic--causing ignorant joy-- materialistic self-pitying, ego tripping FOOLS! DOWN WITH THE USA! for legal purposes the meaning of "down" is ambiguous at best and can only be interpreted by the level of the readers competency and class of terrorist in the usa governments super duty unconstitutional surreptitious "terrorist"list. meaning, i don't know what that means so no spying on me peepers. If im making sense then i've failed.

Well..................................I got nothing folks

Im glad to be alive, and not in a mall in India nor especially, america!

Ciao piggies-- don't be sheep now ya'll hear that?

Actually, i was walking when par-i need toilet paper....