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"This too shall pass."
a drunken post.

Months of drinking warm beer in the middle of the woods, crawling through my window at four in the morning thinking all the while, "i'm getting too old for this."

cranked out a thesis in two weeks. broke off an engagement. (wouldnt have worked out anyway.) spent two nights in hollywood, met a member of the smashing pumpkins, placed my hands into marilyns tiny cold prints at the chinese theater in the fog.

had to check with my friends in the morning to make sure it wasnt a dream. no, you really live here. for a minute this really is your life.

"so, what are you arguing in your thesis?"

what if i am tired of arguing?

don't worry, honey, they said. this too shall pass.

i go to rich for help. everyone should have a rich in their lives; somone whose eyes are as calm and all encompassing as the ocean.

bu for now, he's busy answering questions, like this one from the Helen of Troy Blonde:

"What does human meat smell like when you cook it?"  ¶ 8:18 PM