Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Journal

...One wants another to take a perverse yet specific interest in one. Same mutual bad/wacky/beautiful idea.

A very weird time right now. Keeping one's life Spartan is a sort of deodorant to tragedy. Having kids is like setting your own mousetrap for tragedy. And so the field thins, but those that are left are sort of suited for each other. In the same serendipitous way commercials on late night channels geared to losers reach those precise losers, for pennies on the second.

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