vehicular solipsism resisting flipping to high beams because i'm enjoying the experience of seeing only my 30-foot sphere of existence 40-watt downcast halo in bad sci-fi films
rejected by _____ is the last thing i need on my emotional resume.
and when i say 'evil', i mean evil in the sense in which supervillains say it on old cartoons: "eeeeville", as if it were not only a lifestyle and state of mind, but a real locale, right there in the heartland of america, exactly the kind of place where the vw minibus transporting your teenaged children and their friends to their weekend camping trip breaks down in the middle of the night. and we all know what happens next.
word economy is the trick with yo mama jokes.
death is my kryptonite
hey, boys, what'd you do with the leftover whipped cream?
it spilled all in my backpack!
that's what you get. god is punishing you.


the thing is,
we all know the end of the story.

all i hope is that someday five or ten years after i'm gone when you see my picture in your photo album you don't tilt your head thoughtfully and have to pause for a longish second just to remember my name
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