Friday Night (i)   Instead of renting some worthwhile tool; drill floor sander documentary on global peace activism, it's the latest in alien invasion she enjoys tonight a complete lack of personal responsibility one hundred and eleven minutes hatching escape from office towers, from bodies of what used to be office workers, suburban basements, children, disillusioned soldiers.   She detaches, floats up suspended in beautiful limbo strung from the balloons of her eyes she is beyond gravity held, being held, holding on as her own couch sags with the history of human potential: one succulent earth smorgasbord.