if ew she can smell my smoke across the park, too bad, because i can smell her douche juice. well, more like hear her... douche tone. this place refines douche to a new level -- the intricacies of superiority in the attitude here seem like they stem from having a modern, progressive society, without the guilt of it's colonial master's history.
they both stink.
if you think cigarettes and weed are gross, then you have a lot left to experience in life.
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do we absorb less when we connect more? maybe we're supposed to get to the point faster. maybe not faster but improve progress. spiritually, universally. i was reading a book about communication and how internet as a media decreases attention span, turning readers into skimmers. the book's angle on this theory was that skimming was bad.
well yea skimming's going to be bad, if you have too many words.
maybe spiritual growth is coming in communications that access our emotional evaluations and reactions, maybe being able to tap into that is a type of spiritual or connecting-to-the-universe-ical progression.
we're all in a hurry to get on the fast track to get to the end, right? to achieve growing amounts of objectives as time, we're told, runs out, as if there weren't infinite time -- time being something we've invented for ourselves, it's our own fault for subscribing to a belief of its importance. just as is a common moral to many stories, we're doing it to ourselves.
my point being, i don't think skimming is a terrible thing, as long as it still facilitates its purpose. maybe directness is the future.
it's my present.
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the tween girls gawked at the bad smell of my cigarettes and weed, so i got up, smoking all the while, and sat on a park bench near them. after two or three minutes they organized themselves to leave, and as they walked by, i said in a wry voice, 'talk shit louder next time.'
[larry david voice] 'eh... i'll be burning in hell for eternity for saying that... eh, so what!'
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