Mr. Fuckster, I was having a similar moment yesterday thinking about aloneness, and thinking that if we weren't in fact alone, that everyone would help everyone else with stuff, all the time, but they don't so that means we're ultimately alone, but it didn't sound bad to me, just slightly tragic. How was Ca?
There is a fine line to everything right? Are we alone because we shit in our own hole, one at a time. Or are we together because all that shit ends of in the same pipes? Sounds like a decision to make. But, as with all decisions to make, it is probably an unnecessary distinction. California, as always was a bright blip and a dark smudge. Jesus, can I get any more equivocal today?
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