Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Beam Me Up, Scotty

There's no point to any of this. It's all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know, a quarter-pounder with cheese (those are good), the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain... and then I sit back and I smoke my cigarettes and ride my own melt.

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