Hola New Life

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for the last week or so i've been emitting this weird, hot city smell that has probably arisen from una mezcla of things including but not limited to: sewage release from the sink and/or toilette, too much meat and bread, perspiring people in the subte station, bus emissions, and a phat attitude. all of that green, algae ... no, all of that toxic wastey should be glittering but instead prickles all over a girl so far away from a world of regularly away from fresh scents. this is how i feel at the end of the day, and it's one of those it was hot but now it's cold and shift change moments your physical presence becomes more clear.
i ate tongue today. i got an a+ today. i fell down today. hard and fast. my shoes slipped faster than you could say hasta luego, and before i knew it i went down diagonally on diagonal norte. i suppose i am a diagonal sort of girl. today was the prelude worker's march to tomorrow's more intense, somehow, worker's demonstration. i'm not exactly sure how to predict what more intense might look like since today's marches went from 9 o'clock this morning and are still going here and there and blocked off about a million thoroughfares. tomorrow i shall participate if for but a brief time among other things.
i cannot wait to be in the desert soon where it is dry and you can breathe cactus prickles instead of icky prickles. i think i have changed my mind about my nose piercing unless i decide to do it on a whim because the desire has already come on a whim and left. it just wasn't a lasting whim like they are never.