politeanarchist

Check, check...is this thing still on?

You turn off the lights at first because you can. There is nothing to see, no need to see. In short order, you realize you can see still, that the lights never served a purpose. They were on for someone else, and someone else was never there. You lived for the thought of someone, someone who is not. Which is crazier - living your life...
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I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

Thank you, iPhone, for only needing me to write "she-ness" to a friend once in order to add it to my dictionary. We're clearly both doing our part for female empowerment.

"It's awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing."

"To trail the genealogies of these high mortal miseries, carries us at last among the sourceless primogenitures of the gods; so that in the face of all the glad, hay-making suns, and soft cymballing, round harvest-moons, we must needs give in to this: that the gods themselves are not for ever glad. The ineffaceable, sad birth mark in the brow of man, is but...
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What's it all about

Happiness is finding a bottle of primitivo you forgot you bought.

Dedication

Good God...I drink.

The conversation between my date and I starts stalling early, so I decided to just wing it. For some reason I say,

"When I was a kid I hated mustard. But then, one day, I realized that mustard is actually supposed to taste the way it does. As in, it's like that on purpose. So, if you think about it, if your mustard tastes like...
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