What the heck are we fighting for!? Fuck the man! Have we become so disillusioned with our own outspokenness after six long years of virtual political ineffectiveness that we now channel all our practical energy into the personal realm? Or did we just need, for once, to escape the endless fighting and get it on? Are parties now just cosmic battery rechargers? I wondered: what exactly is "the love"?
Then I threw on my banana yellow poncho and break-danced with a blue gorilla, sparkling like a Texan's sequined chaps. Truffle, anyone? SFBG