20 parts poemas de amor, 2 parts cotton sweaters from the gap. pour over tiny asian girl and shake.

Monday, February 23, 2009

conversations are like a game of connect the dots

some people put down their pencil at the very beginning. others disregard the diagrammatic scheme, opting to instead 'think outside of the box' and draw squiggly lines from point A to point Q. 99% are inevitably confused by the task embodied in the dizzying array of points set forth before them. when you find the one person who connects the dots, part of you feels that momentary pinch of joy at having been able to share the entire picture. but the rest of you knows that the mystery, the struggle, and therefore the little joy of the dots has now evaporated, and maybe it's the parts of the paper left blank that now matter the most.

future posts: delayed reaction comebacks are like _________________.

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