Ghost on a Stick.
Well i have no great revelations today. i saw dante's hoomans swimming off the point and we talked about the point vs pebble beach, and i said it's much cleaner up there and she said yeah but aren't there burrs and i said i dont think so, it's all changed, and there's hardly any pebbles let alone sand and big chinks and boulders and the shipwreck's just gone. and i'm saying anyway i'll take some cockleburrs over glass and stretchy condominiums any day. look at the mess of savage recreation of savage civilization, and he said, yeah, you got a point, maybe we shouldn't write off the donald yet, and my brain backflips and i don't know he's kidding and remember his kid's a plutonium miner. yeah, i have no revelations today, but this evening since i'm on round-the-clock-Copp, we swam pebble beach and it was a wild nantucket sleigh ride but without a boat or a whale and Copp got tossed like a furry golden cork.

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