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on a .gin.whim. i locked my bike 'round a parking sign on second and market street.saturday night.06.26.2010. My legs skipped down the steps as i gathered loose change with my left hand. two dollar blue line ride to thirtieth street.indeed.

SEPTA.takes pennies.dimes.quarters.bills.ladida.just no slugs.those are best kept for fishing trips out of town.so i heard.once on a rainy day.but.no need for that story today.

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anyhoo.

i paid exact change for a seat on the bolt bus.thirty-fourth and eighth.NYC.

i sat in awe.

i'm allowing myself.to fluff. i'm allowing myself to whim.!!!.i'm allowing myself to step aside.of my hibitual.ritual.work.mode.ness.yo.

i am able to take a gin.whim.trip.cause i got a kick.ass lady named DEVO.who lives in Bushwick.she's crafty with her hands.and.witty.sweet.with her mind.

i met her two years prior 'round these dates.at an art residency.gated community.in upstate new york.called chautauqua. we've been tight ever since.

i check my bag for a breathe.mint.diddie. i have no such item available. only a bike pump.a dieing phone.thirty dollars.a dirty ballet leotard.and.cotton shorts.

.it was the fluff i needed.

.thank you devo.

.caroline.maggie.eden.dave.and.dorie.

.it is always a pleasure seeing you.

.high.five.