-- Dreams of ex-girlfriends forgiving me.
-- To hell with I can'tor my writing isn't that good. Who cares? I write to just do something, as differentiated from nothing, to say I was here, these are the things I thought about and saw not out of any desire to be good, but in response to impermanence. Just so, when I die, I can say at least i didn't watch life pass and just think things, I watched this pass and thought these things, and this is what i made up in my head that one time, this is what I noticed that day.
-- He's definitely smart, he's very smart. He's just not intelligent. Oh and he's also a dick.
-- It's essentially impossible to have grown up in the last part of the 20th century and not have attention-deficit disorder.
-- I guess there's some truth to that, but it's too annoying to dwell on.
-- What's the difference between transit silence and transit talking? Sobriety?
-- The conversation and alcohol flow with equal dissatisfaction. Waiting for things of moment to occur, and of course they never do. How can they? We're in a bar after all.
-- Sordid telepathic affairs.
-- They'd get naked, throw money at each other and call each other "whore". They're the happiest couple I know.
-- Your overdraft protection is hereby withdrawn. You're dead. Your keys are someplace in your sofa your hands will never reach.
-- Power line towers, like giant ladies in waiting, primly lifting their electric-cable hems to cross a river (puddle).
-- It becomes easier to watch TV when you start living with a bunch of guys you can't relate to.
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