Interviewer: Hi Man: Oh. Hello there. Interviewer: So...you're satisfied with your life? Man: Completely. Interviewer: ... Man: ... Interviewer: ... (hums something tuneless...doodles a bit) Man: ... (looks around curiously) Interviewer: ... (checks out a girl as she walks by) Man: So...should I just start talking...? Interviewer: Nah. I think you're boring.

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What are days but hours, and what are hours if not drops sliding down the tin siding of a dusty range house? They form slowly at first from the mist at the vanguard of the nozzled garden hose. Each drop can be savored, making its way down the side of

It starts with bread. Then blood. More bread. A quaint paté with a side of pain. Dinner with a broken window and rib. Technically liquid, glass itself does not wash down the fingernails. The milk helps. Takes the pH down. She says: "This is my dinner. Served to me.

(1) incredibly I'm shrinking thank you, it's what I wished for (2) my vocabulary's shrinking I've only got small words to describe these people (1) my shirt's too big and I've bought a belt good thing the belt's too big (2) luckily I'm shrinking so you can't step on me

I wonder if you ever think about me I'm not there to remind you about me because I think about me a lot it's only natural that you do too I remember once you thought I was cool and I thought you were cool too I thought we were cool