THey were moving the Dameon Hearst piece down the ramps at a snails pace. At 3:30 they'd made it to us on the second ramp
me: I didn't think they would magg it.
silence
Philip looks at me
slowly a smile creeps up on his face
he starts laughing, no one else is.
At this point we'd passed our 100 hours straight days ago but I'd managed to find his his unusual aussi-way laugh.
The Hearst must have weighed a ton and the handlers were sweating and tired, crawling from the sixth ramp.
Philip: *snicker* Ho shit kate.
I think were were moving something ourselves.
I start to smile, thank god someone found it. I loosen my grip.
Philip: do you think they'll maggot around the next turn.
bahahahahaa
hahahahahahah
we're falling over when Ricky gets it, he seemd not to care, because were too lost in our laugther.
Philip has a smile on his face,the kind which fills his face, one I've never seen,.
It was nothing really, just one of those moments were you can loose it and be slaphappy at the insanity oflife, or it is just a glimer not forgetten.
Your vital beautiful ness.
Should I explain the joke to you?
It would only make the last three years fuzzy.
Philip: I knew they would Maggot.

I just saw second of tv of the mission, bernal heights, I recognized it immedeatly. A man was standing next to a tree I must have passed a hundred times.
I so don't care............ yes I do
fuck
you see
I guess, don't kow where I've been. Not in the spiritual sense.
But I know that laughter once followed me everywhere.