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"Five deep and six a-boobie?" -Geoff, 05/26/03
I just got done having a conversation about whether or not fish are an efficient form of vengeance.
Anna and I went scavaging this evening, which turned into me going dumpster diving, which is how we made a fantastic discovery. We found an organ in an dumpster. Every keeps asking me, "Which one?" and every single time I say, "An electric, I think." I don't say this to be funny, but because I kept genuinely forgetting all the previous incidents. We salvaged the double keyboard, the tabs, the cover/music tray, and one of the noise-makey parts, I think. It makes me feel re-assured to know that we successfully mobilized a task force of two cars and ten people in a matter of minutes. We will be ready for scav hunt.
Who throws away an organ? For that matter, who throws away a perfectly good, seemingly unused dowel? I know the answers to both questions, of course. A seminary and a theatre.
The sprinkles on the dohnut, though, was this: We have spent roughly half an hour, probably more, in a dumpster, trying to take the interesting pieces of the organ off the bulkier ones. Eric Hove and I, the last two there, have just slid the last piece into his backseat. Before I have even closed the door, three UCPD cars pull up. We nonchalantly get in the car and drive away. The cops ignore us, and instead go over to examine the dumpster with their flashlights.
I want to be a Nietzschean "artist of violence".
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