December 2009
4 posts
The Melancholia of Heraclitus
take me home.
no.
please?
no way. can’t do it.
why?
because.
because why?
why is because.
because?
why.
that’s no because. that’s why.
why?
because.
fuck you.
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take me home.
okay.
thanks.
no prob.
no?
yep.
Swell.
*
take me home.
let me think about it.
no.
why?
there just isn’t time.
I don’t care.
I do.
Well, well, well.
Sheepherder.
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take me home.
you’re already...
Mr. T
conversation #413
-I want you to sing happy birthday to me.
--No way.
-Come on.
--Not gonna happen.
-We are not in outerspace.
--That’s true. I agree with that.
-So. Why not? Sing it.
--It’s not something that you should be hoping for. You’re only going to be let down if you hope for things like that.
-Sing it.
--No.
-Why are you being difficult?
--I’m being easy. I’m not singing. Singing would be difficult. Singing is not something I do well.
-It will be a party if you sing. A birthday party.
--It’s not. It’s not a party. It’s not your birthday. This is not a birthday party.
-It could be.
--No. That will not happen.
my good friend jones