Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Let Me Mask You A Question

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You look cool.

“Yes.”

Can I be your friend?

“Maybe.”

When will you let me know whether it’s going to be yes or no?

“Right now.”

Okay.

“No.”

Aw.

“In a way, aren’t we all faceless?”

No. Not unless you’ve been struck by lightning or mauled by a chimp.

“But in another way, haven’t we all been struck by lightning and mauled by a chimp?”

Yes.

“There you go.”

Why do we care about celebrity?

“Celebrity lies at the nexus of two facts about humanity: we love to gossip, and our brains are incapable of discerning between a photograph and real life, at least when it comes to storing memories. I mean, you can usually tell photos from real life on a day-to-day basis.”

Sure.

“How old is photography? The Age of Image is a new one, and our cortexes can’t figure out fiction from fantasy. We can’t understand our own creation. In terms of evolution, humanity has outkicked its coverage.”

This sounds suspiciously like evolutionary psychology to me.

“It is, so you should probably ignore it. Fun to spout off at parties, though.”

Who would win in a fight: equinox or solstice?

“Equinox, because it means ‘night horse’ in Greek.”

It almost certainly doesn’t. Are you wearing a cape?

“I thought there might be a press conference later.”

What is Truth?

“The rabbit leading on the greyhounds, chased but never caught. Those who claim it, lie; those who seek it, fail; a preoccupation for poets and the idle, a nuisance for most else. What good is Truth? Live in lies, happy and plump. Wanna know the Truth? Water-skiing is a blast.”

It totally is.

“You’re on top of the water! The best.”

Can we hang out? I won’t be weird, but everyone else here is scaring me or had their security remove me from their Sabbath dinner.

“You’re on probation. My friends all ran away from me.”

Literally?

“Yes.”

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“THE NIGHT HORSES ARE AFTER US!”

Equinox is Latin, dammit.

“THEY HAVE HOOVES MADE OUT OF MIDNIGHT!”

Oh, fuck this.

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  1. Another time, another space.

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