Misc., for example. On 'disappearing' in life.

[Bled Welder]

In these fine southwesterly burbs of Central City as they bulldoze and
rebuild the corner mall areas and also ever expanding south and westerly
into structures that would make Imhotep weep with wonder and joy there is
always on at least two of the four corners of the new paved and
stop/slow/go lighted--mounted with cameras that can read your social
security numbers with lasers that glide into your memory banks, and
everything else you have stored in there--intersections what are basically
everything stores but that quaintly retain the old name "drug store",
probably because that's what they are more than ever, these complexes built
to withstand cosmic cataclysms truly are Temples of Pharamaceuticals,
blessed houses of eternal wonderment, around here labeled CVS and
Walgreen's, no doubt owned by the same company who runs the two main
Temples in your areas.  And then somewhere within a block from them there
are the Oracles of Booze and Hair, alcoholic and extention supercenters
whose complex architectures would cause the supercomps that engineered the
Giza Complex to fizzle and fry.  Then there's occasionally a local
capitalist hero who started with a small bar in the main college town just
to the left of here, just for something fun to do, poor beer down his
ever-thirsty friends, where I'd crawl into and out of as a freshman, become
a citywide phenomenon with an Amon-Johnny's now new built right next door
to the old school liquor store six blocks from where I grew up (which,
pathetically, had recently rebuilt to compete with the Corporate Booze
Machine across the street) that was just gobbled up them.  Then across the
street to the east they flattened out a massive swath of old stores and
land which for a while, last year when I started really ingesting high
dosages of psilocybin, I was certain that there was going to be a Giza
sized Temple Complex built for me by the Sirians, because I was obviously
was the Absolute Contact in the globally significant Central City.

A year on it looks a lot like a Super Target, and a hypermodern Commerce
Bank, though.

Doesn't matter, it'll all be underwater soon, and those of us who are in
the process of having some certain dna gene switches turned on, are going
to become amphibious and will swim to Easter Island.



On Thu, Feb 7, 2013 at 3:23 PM, Michael Bailey <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com
> wrote:

>  >it was a little
> >house, actually, and quite cool-looking, like Geli Tripping's cabin in
> >Gravity's Rainbow, maybe...
>
> >sometime in the 80s they knocked it down and built a soulless outlet
> >with big glass windows in front, but I guess all the customers felt
> >the same way I did and stopped shopping there, and eventually closed
> >that outlet
>
> they couldn't even rent it out and ended up tearing down the building,
> I think it may be a parking lot now.  A pretty nice parking lot is
> right around where I remember it being, so maybe the spot's Feng Shui
> is recovering!
>
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