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2003-08-03 - 6:06 p.m.

nobody said you had to be cool

he opens up his hand to show me the quarter. blows imaginary pixie dust from his palm. he watches me so closely as i feed the quarter to the gumball machine, he watches me so closely that the movement becomes difficult. i forget what it is to put a quarter into a gumball machine. this is the point at which "rightness" breaks down. am i doing this right? an ocean of right ways to do things and i forget them all.

fuck. let's go get ourselves a nice private giant pumpkin to live in for the rest of our days...and forget all about all of those right ways.

baah