from a text conversation last night:

"i don't get it either. but there it is. and there it will always be. ready to occasionally suckerpunch me in the face. and make me bleed green."


so, not only do i write in vague, ridiculous metaphors, i talk in them also.
that's why my friends love me.
so pretentious.
hipster.
poseur.

and, yet, kind of awesome.

posted by adam @ 3:52 PM