magnetic clouds

 

*extended version
  -or-
tux undressed

 

 

 

funny kwinky-dink: i have also walked the entire underground connecting tunnel that is

hartfield. it is both a chore and cathartic; an exercise mentally and physically. quick

tangent (that will feed the rest of this article:) i play a videogame a ridiculous

amount. it's classic futbol, but with a twist: let's extrapolate.

 

first, my team name is broom-system, which lovers of wittgenstein or dfw should find

amusing. second, the initials for my team are IPO, again a weird personal joke. third,

i'm in the top-twenty IN THE WORLD playing this game. in many ways it's a validation as

worthwhile as much as trucking through an underground tunnel as trains speed by(e).

 

further details are superfluous, flowers to brighten the decor. @ a starbies, not open.

save a tablet, something w/ an internet. oh, that team, right. i conversate a bit, not

wanting to give into the byte. flyover, i stand tall, passport right, and red-line

avoided (cause i lied).