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i don't hate anyone. you can stop asking. it'd be perfectly natural, though, if i did.
what about the politcos?
they're not people, really. suits and ties? you don't think they wear that kind of permanent press on the inside, do you?
i don't suppose that'd be believable. but come election time, and you'd think they were showroom porcelain.
you mean the television, the ads...they appear to be bolstering some public image?
that is politics, right? imagery?
they take pictures of the white house. so, i guess so.
but the man that lives there, the party he represents, that country under god he serves only to better--is he at all like us? is his public image anything the personal persona of my home depot associate? do i really want him to be?
wait, are these waffles seriously six dollars? you get but two.
they're belgian. they've been places.
i went to belgium. senior year, before school. before college, backpacking was in.
no, they're no different. they're pretty shitty for the most part.
and if you add blueberries?
it'd be a scientific breakthrough.
blueberry belgian waffles?
shit.
i thought maybe you were being sarcastic.
sardonic, maybe. but then i blew it. uh, metaphorically.
i was just about to get you on that.
ah, i'm swift.
okay, back to hate. what did she say?
very valid things. nothing worth debating. not that i'm worth debating. she was right in what she said.
but...?
not really any contraction in the sentence. it was declarative. no dramatic pause. god, i hate politics.
politics and god and her?
not her. not it. not them, really.
politics is singular, bro. get with the times.
can you even read the sunday times before sunday's sun sets?
no.
she made sense in her evocation.
oh...evocation. jesus, are you a pressed suit-jock, too? some image. i'm getting blueberries, thank you.
you can't closet your education on weekends. it's essentially who you are in every way you act.
that's character.
character has that clause about being witnessed.
watched?
same fucking thing.
i never understood her scene, anyway.
mall scene is rapidly changing. and the news networks really don't keep you informed do they? i use the bit of the times i know i won't read to wipe my ass. there you go.
mature. it wasn't mall scene. but it wasn't definable, either. mall scene? i said those words just now? i graduated high school long enough to have missed almost two big reunions. or is that only how i feel?
you look beat. but it was your call on the refutation.
refutation?
you said that damn evocation comment.
right. i don't hate her. she was sensible. but i think i was too. there wasn't much imagination, though. everything looked as lacquerwork, very pretty but only acceptable for the surface seekers. the relationship cruised on an old english of platitudes.
i think cheney lacquers his tonsure, you?
yes. but that is really not that important.
he shot a man.
i heard.
he is a politician.
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the vice president, i mean. he's fake. we're the bitch in the relationship. the american people are bitches.
and they like their blueberries to boot.
i'm going to go inside across the street and attempt to artificially awaken myself. you can come.
no, i think, well...my wife would be jealous.
huh?
she's going decaf. for the baby.
it's amazing you're even married.
i know.
take it easy.
keep your shit together. don't let people get inside you.
(walking off) she's not.
what about the politcos?
they're not people, really. suits and ties? you don't think they wear that kind of permanent press on the inside, do you?
i don't suppose that'd be believable. but come election time, and you'd think they were showroom porcelain.
you mean the television, the ads...they appear to be bolstering some public image?
that is politics, right? imagery?
they take pictures of the white house. so, i guess so.
but the man that lives there, the party he represents, that country under god he serves only to better--is he at all like us? is his public image anything the personal persona of my home depot associate? do i really want him to be?
wait, are these waffles seriously six dollars? you get but two.
they're belgian. they've been places.
i went to belgium. senior year, before school. before college, backpacking was in.
no, they're no different. they're pretty shitty for the most part.
and if you add blueberries?
it'd be a scientific breakthrough.
blueberry belgian waffles?
shit.
i thought maybe you were being sarcastic.
sardonic, maybe. but then i blew it. uh, metaphorically.
i was just about to get you on that.
ah, i'm swift.
okay, back to hate. what did she say?
very valid things. nothing worth debating. not that i'm worth debating. she was right in what she said.
but...?
not really any contraction in the sentence. it was declarative. no dramatic pause. god, i hate politics.
politics and god and her?
not her. not it. not them, really.
politics is singular, bro. get with the times.
can you even read the sunday times before sunday's sun sets?
no.
she made sense in her evocation.
oh...evocation. jesus, are you a pressed suit-jock, too? some image. i'm getting blueberries, thank you.
you can't closet your education on weekends. it's essentially who you are in every way you act.
that's character.
character has that clause about being witnessed.
watched?
same fucking thing.
i never understood her scene, anyway.
mall scene is rapidly changing. and the news networks really don't keep you informed do they? i use the bit of the times i know i won't read to wipe my ass. there you go.
mature. it wasn't mall scene. but it wasn't definable, either. mall scene? i said those words just now? i graduated high school long enough to have missed almost two big reunions. or is that only how i feel?
you look beat. but it was your call on the refutation.
refutation?
you said that damn evocation comment.
right. i don't hate her. she was sensible. but i think i was too. there wasn't much imagination, though. everything looked as lacquerwork, very pretty but only acceptable for the surface seekers. the relationship cruised on an old english of platitudes.
i think cheney lacquers his tonsure, you?
yes. but that is really not that important.
he shot a man.
i heard.
he is a politician.
(no response)
the vice president, i mean. he's fake. we're the bitch in the relationship. the american people are bitches.
and they like their blueberries to boot.
i'm going to go inside across the street and attempt to artificially awaken myself. you can come.
no, i think, well...my wife would be jealous.
huh?
she's going decaf. for the baby.
it's amazing you're even married.
i know.
take it easy.
keep your shit together. don't let people get inside you.
(walking off) she's not.