i am the victim of meaningfull conversation.
it happens everywhere i go.
i am left with nothing but truth.
i can never escape from myself.
whatever happened to small talk?
whatever happened to the shallow?
to the frivolous?
what is people's obsession with meaning?
i start conversations about movies.
i create big lies about trivial things.
i make people list their top five sexiest cartoon characters.
they respond with allegory.
they incquire about my faith.
they ask me what it was about my upbringing that would make me find drawings attractive.
i can never get away.
i am forced to think.
and for that, i hate you all.
6:58 a.m. - 2004-09-08
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