buy-nothing-day = black-Friday

1) It's cool that Jacques Dutronc sings this tune in French, and I don't understand and hear English in its place, it sounds like 'cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap little whore.' Further, it's clear Jacques considers this a really good thing, as things go

2) My siblings wanted to go to Tysons Corner Mall, why, but I accompanied. The floors walls columns are paved withal in white tile and steel, and someone loves scrubbing them until they glisten, clinically. Somehow, palm trees grow at the intersections of axes. Also, in a spot or two has appeared a congregation of spindly pyramids and someone has segregated them by ROYGBIV; despite ranking, each gladly glows with the others. Family's home for the holidays. I think I saw them only under an escalator or two, though. I hope someone means to send a sign.

3) meanwhile the Antis have highjacked this Friday and called it Buy Nothing Day. Black Friday's limited anyhow; it doesn't suit this rush of retail therapy and the associated gladiatorial games. Black Friday should commemorate a fateful gathering of outlaws. Did I celebrate either? I spent at H&M and don't wish I hadn't, but I do wish full rebates were offered. The scarves were on clearance. I shouldn't have spent that

4) Mainly what I came home with is a zip-up hoodie jacket in metallic gray polyester, printed with blue line drawings, rectilinear volumes or a Future Cityscape. It has a bit of loft and fits a little too tightly. Wearing it I feel a kinship with a short, wiry county woman (there's a clan of these here, just as there are clans of cedar trees) she's say 25 to 30 and looks older, it's the smoking, ditto for her voice, hair dyed probably red and due for another, bangs curled and pert, wedgie-tight jeans and this kind of jacket, and she's leaning on the convenience store counter. One condition of her life may well be that she regrets having fallen into babymama drama, and pines for your average chickenhead's cakewalk. Also she is Always smoking, probably Winstons or maybe Capris or Carltons or another type you could either call absurd or elegant, but certainly long and thin

Usually she's flashing some thong, and the fact that this thing comes down to just above my belt seals the resemblance. How must I capitalize on this bond?