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i walked past two teenagers on a bench. they were crying and whispering their suicide arias into each others lips, close; promising they'd never be like their parents; just like their parents did when they were teenagers.
dating that girl was like having the game set on easy. does anyone else ever, to help themselves to sleep, picture mind's eyewith the continue screens from street fighter II? watching as each hero is counted down 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 and then their comically bruised face frozen from color into greys with a last plaintive wail? no? liar.
must've been hard again for the counter-culture generation to find themselves settling down. romance is the great normalizer. quizlings. i say with some sarcasm. as if a country is worth fashioning if it doesn't address love's inevitable middlegrounding. moderationization would've been good there as well.
nicole is obsessed with the dalai lama, and he's coming to madison. she's all marking out like he's a rockstar. like some hypemen are going to run on stage shouting "yall ready to meditate? yall ready for some spiritual cleansing?" and then "throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you've attained a higher state of existence almost freed from samsara." and then after the concert he's going to run back on stage and say "you didn't think i'd leave you all here in madison without doing the diamond sutra did you? make some noise."
"james cotter, could you come into my office. i'm sorry james, we have to inform you that we are going to let you go." "okay. byeee." i'd say like a little kid not quite understanding where grandpa had to go and thinking i just had to put my toys away for the day. "but i want you to know this, greenbaum and stone LLP, i'll never let go. you're going to die an old LLP warm in your bed greenbaum and stone LLP."
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