we're driving up to santa fe tonight for zozobra. marc tried his best at convincing me not to go. unfortunately for him, stories about his friends who got gunshot wounds at the fiesta don't deter me. i'll wear my bulletproof hoodie.the twinkling reasons given to the public on why we burn old man gloom is absolute cheese. plus plus surely zozobra is a lesson in commercialization. but guess what i'm giving in to the mystery of zozobra and all of its dysfunctional complexities. i'm writing all my miseries onto a pad of hello kitty paper to burn away.
i hope it will feel like new years when i was eleven and had lists of people who i would turn into that year.
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