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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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06.16.06, friday noon again

I dreamt that I harpooned wilderness. In return a black bear came to me, angry, injured, all claws out.

Perhaps an appropriate metaphor for last week. Complaining loudly about loud americans complaining about loud americans. Wielding words like harpoons, but see, Iím not a hunter like that, nor do I see black bears as prey.




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