Central [Canada] Party Haus Localism robs us of our history. Your shirt is a living example of the alienation of labour. The problem of pronouns per pound. Ponytail wearers of the eighties unite and take over. Over 500 patios tested, rated and ranked for a statistical city (patois). Andy works the Cameron on Monday nights. The Gap shows how the forces of NATO and NAFTA have made it easy to look good casually. Is this personism in a world-class city [only Regina exempts itself] or canon reformation suitable for public transit. Did I mention the Arts? The society of the soap receptacle. The lush life is ripe. Martha Stewart's Productivist dream realized through Zellers. Gardening is the opiate of the bourgeoisie! Belated Canadian modernism awaits you hipsters! Sure it's easy to be critical, but try looking good doing it! Mussolini wore khakis. George C. Scott as Patton wore khakis. The lack of a unified address ["Tansy buttons, tansy / for my city..." etc] makes me a symptom: cognitive mapping for the culturally cute. Yes, yes Hockey Hall of Fame. I'm specific, IUm particular yet accumulate Air Miles at a pronounced pace: one can only negotiate these contradictions textually or risk a president's choice kneecapping in an ample parking lot. Sexy! Foxy! Suburban dog attacks followed by children falling from balconies. And it's just like Earle Birney said to Leon Trotsky: a) "It's been a great party" b) "Historically, weUre screwed" c) "After that it was fashionable / for a time to be internationable." But now the rain falls straight and people in other cities have natural and economic nervousness reported globally. Maximus to Hogtown? I think I prefer the residue of The Rex. "An [citizen] is a complex of occasions"... compelled to bigger and better speech acts of polis and spoil.
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