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October 09, 2005
Being and Somethingness.
You don't grow up until people start dying. Life consists of bridges from one montage to another - all bastardized and abstracted - memory. When the person is removed - thats when you've hit it. The ripe old age of mature. Read about it in the paper. Saw it on the news. I don't even know him. Maybe you'll get a picture of a vague memory. But most likely, you'll just get text. A story that never happened. Mother goose in 5 inches of center-justified single-column. Should I feel bad about not keeping in touch? Am I an asshole for playfully saying that he would eventually kill himself doing something stupid? Growing up is a disease caused by exposure to death. Where are the marathons/telethons/car-washes/bakesales to find a cure for maturation. Go to your pharmacist/doctor/psychiatrist/Zoroastrian - demand a development inoculation. Age depressant.
Posted by alex at October 9, 2005 12:41 AM
Comments
you're an ass hole
Posted by: Emily at October 9, 2005 01:04 AM
I don't think you're an asshole. only sometimes.
Posted by: lil sis at October 10, 2005 12:02 AM
i could use a Zorastrian about now
Posted by: emmett at November 13, 2005 11:11 PM