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ok so all these guys in business suits start jumping, not diving, very polite-like into the bay. so i follow suit. haha.
Freud: Suits are uniforms worn by business people. Business people have authority in the workplace. If people with authority behave properly you would follow them even if it meant doing something off the wall like swimming with clothes on. If the business person is an asshole, on the other hand, you won’t respect them or cooperate with them willingly. then we all get to sleep in boxcars that night. i get my own, at the top of a sandy hill overlooking the bay.
Freud: a boxcar represents a bygone era of romance and slow placed life. in this past era if you had your personal space you would have felt at ease and comfortable. In these hectic artificial environment of today you feel out of place and as if your personal space has been violated. oprah winfrey coming toward me, all disheveled and furious, she waddles up the hill, breathless and i move the comfy curtain which lines my own personal boxcar so that i can see her better, not important, but out jumps an elk and races into the bay. so then oprah reaches me and kisses me on the lips. i got aroused. she and i then discussed philosophy for a bit.
Freud: this scenario outlines your ideal of intimacy from your partner: a remarkable person (perhaps capable of standing up to the cattle interest in texas), a person capable of intense emotions, someone who is not shy in initiating and expressing love. the elk represents springtime, fertility, and the state of nature. in other words both physical and emotional love. i notice that at the bottom of the bay, i’m up so high that i can see all the way to the bottom, there are paddleboats upside down. as dawn approaches they float to the top and flip over for tourist use.
Freud: elation next thing i know, i’m in mexico, at an airport, and this guy is telling me i can’t get a prescription filled there with my health ins. card: he says i’m supposed to use his and this computer printout spits out what i’m supposed to be on next: wellbutrin. so i go to some mall with all his photo IDs and find this pharmacist and give him everything, he’s filling out the prescription, some guy with a revolver holds it to my temple and waits for the med then grabs the bag from me. i look at the pharmacist and he tells me i shoulda gone to the pharmacist on the west end of the mall, not the east.
Freud: you have doubts about your medication. there are things you don’t know about them. you fear them but recognize they are valuable enough for someone to steal them. then i have this great affair with two different guys. one a native, one a tourist. they wear the same blue vertical stripe shirts but don’t know about each other.
Freud: men are the same everywhere. they all wear some kind of suit or striped something or other. overall though, i’m having a crappy time so i go find my friend at the airport who gave me his photo IDs and tell him i wanna go home.
overall though men are just good for playing and don’t provide everything you need. he says i’m stuck there for all 8 weeks of summer. so then i try to become friends with snobby tourist girls but they don’t buy it. so i mill about in restrooms with gross stuff overflowing onto the floor for the rest of my time in mexico. also i observe tourist conversation while drinking margueritas.
Freud: feeling as if your outside your gender group and feeling as an outsider among tourists(the ultimate outsiders). your position of observation you view as a filthy dirty place. but you are trapped there, not permanently, but for a short time until you heal. -menahuny-
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I didnt know they got the internet in Lubbock… Amarillo. You are? What is a rillo?
Its when you’ve gone as low as you can. (sic) deb2 – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – is there some kind of reverberating effect in here, you know, like when you shout in a canyon and you can your voice coming back from the other side?
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I didnt know they got the internet in Lubbock… Amarillo. You are? What is a rillo? Its when you’ve gone as low as you can. (sic) deb2
Actually, I’d like to take off another 15 by swimsuit season. -O PS Reverberation? That vibrator is *not* mine, if that’s what you are implying.
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – I didnt know they got the internet in Lubbock… Amarillo. You are? What is a rillo? Its when you’ve gone as low as you can. (sic) deb2 Actually, I’d like to take off another 15 by swimsuit season. -O PS Reverberation? That vibrator is *not* mine, if that’s what you are implying.
-O, I need (desperatly) to take off 50 so you’re ahead of me on that. deb2
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I thought it was terrific. Please don’t tell Stedman. -O
Why are you diddling around in a depression newsgroup? deb2
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I didnt know they got the internet in Lubbock…
Amarillo.
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I thought it was terrific. Please don’t tell Stedman. -O
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ok so all these guys in business suits start jumping, not diving, very polite-like into the bay. so i follow suit. haha. anyway. we are having a swim competition. i do ok. then we all get to sleep in boxcars that night. i get my own, at the top of a sandy hill overlooking the bay. i can see oprah winfrey coming toward me, all disheveled and furious, she waddles up the hill, breathless and i move the comfy curtain which lines my own personal boxcar so that i can see her better, not important, but out jumps an elk and races into the bay. so then oprah reaches me and kisses me on the lips. i got aroused. she and i then discussed philosophy for a bit. i notice that at the bottom of the bay, i’m up so high that i can see all the way to the bottom, there are paddleboats upside down. as dawn approaches they float to the top and flip over for tourist use. next thing i know, i’m in mexico, at an airport, and this guy is telling me i can’t get a prescription filled there with my health ins. card: he says i’m supposed to use his and this computer printout spits out what i’m supposed to be on next: wellbutrin. so i go to some mall with all his photo IDs and find this pharmacist and give him everything, he’s filling out the prescription, some guy with a revolver holds it to my temple and waits for the med then grabs the bag from me. i look at the pharmacist and he tells me i shoulda gone to the pharmacist on the west end of the mall, not the east. then i have this great affair with two different guys. one a native, one a tourist. they wear the same blue vertical stripe shirts but don’t know about each other. overall though, i’m having a crappy time so i go find my friend at the airport who gave me his photo IDs and tell him i wanna go home. he says i’m stuck there for all 8 weeks of summer. so then i try to become friends with snobby tourist girls but they don’t buy it. so i mill about in restrooms with gross stuff overflowing onto the floor for the rest of my time in mexico. also i observe tourist conversation while drinking margueritas. -menahuny-
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