In college, I went on a date with the son of my mother's coworker. I couldn't remember if his name was Jason or Justin, so I spent the entire night maneuvering my way out of saying his name. He was ... [+]
prove that we were trying, acting as
organ donor for our
self-fulfilling anxieties,
we have decided that we are
to conquer the ancients,
our own personal Orélie-Antoine
but there is no one else here to
declare our insanity, for
when Methuselah burns,
He has left us for the flames