Bruising the Queers (interruption)

"What do you think about this last bike?"

My illusion of tasty anarchist ass was popped in a way these sun-browned lentil fed Euros could never do (not that I believe in the popping gene).

"It's still going on?"

"It's still going on."

"There are still people there?"

"Ja"

"JE-sus!"

What's happening with these bikes? I got on a bike, and it was alright. My novel, circumcised penis.

Camp Raids - they've allegedly raided Camp XXXX, but nobody knows what that means. And then they didn't raid XXXX. Helicopters all night. Helicopters all day.