This post sponsored by Pathmark

1) Mrs. Ottey's attempts to foist further tripe upon me were futile.

My adamance was rewarded
...with nourishing ox-tail soup and dumplings.

[[ Should be ignored:
2) Which is perhaps much to say
to play on the field, to lat [lay] there
to splay Um, Here, Um,
we are who we've been waiting for.
Dumb bitten lunches of thoughts. ]]

3) On my way to PathMark I saw lots of things, notably trash collected in crenelated dumptrails on the ground; strewn about cleverly, almost ironically; completely without merit were all these observations. Passed the Rutgers "projects" to my left that line the East River. ("Projects" is a loaded term... I felt safe. Unnecessary self-reflection: My beard makes me look pretty though, though.) Thought I had gone the wrong direction. Kept going. Was rewarded. PathMark. A huge real supermarket. I will go there again. I bought water purified (by reverse osmosis OR distillation) because I don't want to drink POISON. Specifically fluoride. Fuck fluoride. Fuck it in the face. I got milk, cheese, some disgusting "cheddar flavor rice crisps" and "FRS: healthy energy," which contains quercetin. What I really wanted was Red Bull because I was feeling drowsy after two beers and it's been adeptly marketed to me as something that will "wake you up."

On the way home my eyes revisited a tree by a housing project. It has a large blanket of some kind in it that looked like a person. Smaller constellations of other plastic bags and remnants like ornaments. Made me think of this story about the kids who slept in Central Park.

When I got home I drank a little of the FRS energy drink. Eh... not good. Not terrible, maybe, but not good. It smells like what your urine would smell like if you ate and drank apple pulp for a day. This is an educated guess. As usual, then, my shopping trip wasn't with errors. But I have to mistakes to learn. It's the only way I operate. How do you operate?

Pathmark.