December 28, 2010
WARNING: It seems of interest to Joan to read the sign DO NOT LEAVE YOUR VALUABLES UNATTENDED and see that her parents are in the queue ordering her McFlurry while she's sitting alone in the table almost completely unatttended.
THE ONE AFTER THE EPIGRAM:
The sort of halcyon tendency of petals
Literally ten minutes before the start of night
That isn't twilight
Without the promise of full sun.
And anticipate lots and lots of drum.
The simile-challenged generational default of believing Ivy is food.
Literally ten minutes before the start of night
That isn't twilight
Without the promise of full sun.
And anticipate lots and lots of drum.
The simile-challenged generational default of believing Ivy is food.
The constant harness for the destabilizingly bland.
Women who didn't pursue unusual intent.
Lady from the Magma resigning
From the unsympathetic nature of one kind of dumb.
The-cup-of-carbs to one slab of meat diet to function.
The ice-like flurry of wind in lone gas-station reading.
The 140-character-measure for attention.
The shirt that's supposed to say "COUPLES FOR CHRIST"
But by some graphic aesthetic/technical error, albeit unintentioned,
Goes to read "COUPLES OR CHRIST"
Labels: contemporary love, David Foster Wallace, PostChristmas
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