Friday, January 16, 2004

knot.magazine: "Cancer or not, we're all fucking around on the edge of a bottomless, black chasm talking about shit like what we're going to have for dinner.
We have the hot breath of a blood-thirsty beast on the back of our necks, and we do crossword puzzles and take scenic drives.
And I don't know whether all of that is a sign of idiocy or genius."

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