I have perfected the art of clapping sarcastically

San Francisco to me is ninety percent trying to get to/leave a shitty party/bar and ten percent being at a shitty party/bar, but because Bennett wont get off my case about how I should get out and meet new people (ladies as he calls them) etc I crossed the bay via the train last night for a little adventure and excitement.

Riding the train I thought about how someone mentioned those crane things in the Oakland bay look like ATATs, and they do, but their necks kind of go up at an angle and ATATs necks are more, like, straight out so not so much. I mean they look more like ATATs then most things I guess, but the neck angle kind of ruins it for me. Anyway.

When I got out of the civic center station it was complete madness. Hundreds of people everywhere. I kind of get panic attacks in those situations so I shuffled off in search of a bar on Market Street. It turns out there are no bars on Market Street so I just kind of wandered around until I came to this group of Christians with signs and a megaphone. I cheered up immediately. They had these signs that said Jesus saves you from HELL! and HELL was drawn with gigantic flames like some kind of cheesy death metal album, but in crayon. I really wanted one, but the guy wouldn't give me one. I was for reals laughing out loud when this seventeen year old girl got up on this milkcrate with a megaphone.

"Jesus died for you! He was up on the cross. DYING for YOU! And ME!!! he was up there dying and bloody.. Barley recognizazble...from the Blood!"

At that point she started, seriously, crying. The huge smile on my face faded into whatever expression people use when they suddenly realize ninety percent of the people on this planet have the intellect of a five year old. You know what the worst thing to do is when you think people are dumb as shit and all you want is to find someone, anyone, with a grip on reality? Go to parade.

I have to say that the dragons in the Chinese New Year parade were pretty half assed last night. Maybe it was because i was catching the tail end of the parade and they had been carying those dragon heads for hours already, but it seemed like they totally phoned it in this year. And what was up with all the gentiles in the parade? There was this moment where I was being really sarcastic and awful about the whole thing and then I saw this dad guy catch a plastic firemans hat and put it on his sons head. I had one of those "ahhh shucks what am I being so sarcastic for? The world doesnt need any more cynicism" moments, but it was short lived.

After the parade I met up with some peeps in the mission for some party. The only thing eventful at the party was this: I was standing on the porch talking with this girl and we were pretty high up, like fourth story or something, and the fucking thing collapsed underneath us. The railing stayed, but the part of the porch we were standing on just broke away. I only mention this because in the heat of the moment I grabbed the girl and made sure she jumped to the safe part of the porch before me. I always thought in those kind of situations I would be selfish and cowardly, but it turns out I'm the hero type. Just so everyone knows.

Here are some poems:

Safeway
When everyone goes to the liquor store
we are safe
We leap across the room like mad
and embrace
Our secret kisses
There aren't enough beer runs

Wiked Fast
like matches
its really the words unspoken
not typed that hit the soul
Only when reaching for paper
or thrashing around the room
to find a plug
for the typewriter
do the words unfold like magic