i don't think we made a pact. we should've made a pact. like those kids in the movie with the train and the dead kid, except with blogs. yeah, sure, gchat subtitles are the new blogs because you can post shit about black holes and poetry and everyone can see it right away and wee-hee! but this is act ii in the movie in which the two of us 40-somethings that weren't killed in the horrific wreck on the way back from atlantic city are, with the shitty sweet sadness of fresh dew, narratively bookending the story about when we weren't dead. in act ii the jerk store comes back to life and sets us irreversibly on course toward that fateful night on the jersey turnpike and the audience is all ISN'T IT FUCKED UP THAT THE DUDE PLAYED BY HEATH LEDGER WROTE THAT SHIT ABOUT HOW THEY WOULD ALL DIE AND THEY DID?
just you wait. post, you stupid motherfuckers.
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