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So it's over. You know what? Fuck it. Fuck Ohio, fuck it all. All that damn effort and the only vestige of enlightenment I get is "Never watch an election with a bragging Republican. We took almost every seat in Congress, in Illinois. That'll have to do, for now. Guess I'd better go back to Little Rock next time. The bastards! What bastards? All the bastards, I say! But I don't think it's over. Not yet.
Yesterday, Jo came by at about 5:30. It was raining. It'd been raining all day. But she was headed down to the train station and didn't want to go alone. I said I'd go with her, and Gabe, who was there and had nothing to do, came to. This gave me the opportunity to listen to their various complaints about Shimer, which proved useful- sure, I may be a child of the Ivy, but the- no, not rivarly, it goes beyond that, for lack of a better word, I'll call it 'enemyness' is one of respect- we know full well that it's not a path devoid of merit. Heh. Devoid. Even now my brain won't stop. Anyway, we walked, and it rained, and it winded- fuck yes it's a verb, you moron- and it was all I could do to bring to umbrella back in front of me to let the wind straighten it. And I felt a feeling of overwhelming apocalypse, and I didn't know why, and it had nothing to do with the election, I think. And then, walking back, I saw a Magic card on the street. Wet and windy and I picked it up, figuring "Hey, a Magic card!" And then there was another, and another. Probably a whole booster's worth. I take the first few, then leave the rest. NO point in getting greedy, says the intuition even I don't understand. But I listen, fuckall if I can figure why I did now. And I put them in my pocket and WAIT FOR THEM TO DRY. I don't know why I didn't look at them, but that was what I said, so that was what I did. And Gabe when on ahead after we ducked into the music recyclery to escape the rain, so I was alone for a while. Fucking Republican. But I walked back and thought, and saw how maybe the cards were important, and then today I looked at them, flipped over one at a time like clues, clues to whatever apocalypse was coming, dammned if I knew what it was. And they were, in order: Phyrexian Slayer, Wings of hope, Wall of Air, and Plague Spores. Even now, I can't make head or tail of it. Any ideas?
But then..... But then keys always in the left pocket, and the rock always in the right and why? WHY? And how would you know, you don't even know about the rock, at least not yet. But soon, soon I'll tell you. Soon. And then a can of diet Dr Pepper, and somehow I understand. M. Yes, M. But how?
And why?
Yesterday, Jo came by at about 5:30. It was raining. It'd been raining all day. But she was headed down to the train station and didn't want to go alone. I said I'd go with her, and Gabe, who was there and had nothing to do, came to. This gave me the opportunity to listen to their various complaints about Shimer, which proved useful- sure, I may be a child of the Ivy, but the- no, not rivarly, it goes beyond that, for lack of a better word, I'll call it 'enemyness' is one of respect- we know full well that it's not a path devoid of merit. Heh. Devoid. Even now my brain won't stop. Anyway, we walked, and it rained, and it winded- fuck yes it's a verb, you moron- and it was all I could do to bring to umbrella back in front of me to let the wind straighten it. And I felt a feeling of overwhelming apocalypse, and I didn't know why, and it had nothing to do with the election, I think. And then, walking back, I saw a Magic card on the street. Wet and windy and I picked it up, figuring "Hey, a Magic card!" And then there was another, and another. Probably a whole booster's worth. I take the first few, then leave the rest. NO point in getting greedy, says the intuition even I don't understand. But I listen, fuckall if I can figure why I did now. And I put them in my pocket and WAIT FOR THEM TO DRY. I don't know why I didn't look at them, but that was what I said, so that was what I did. And Gabe when on ahead after we ducked into the music recyclery to escape the rain, so I was alone for a while. Fucking Republican. But I walked back and thought, and saw how maybe the cards were important, and then today I looked at them, flipped over one at a time like clues, clues to whatever apocalypse was coming, dammned if I knew what it was. And they were, in order: Phyrexian Slayer, Wings of hope, Wall of Air, and Plague Spores. Even now, I can't make head or tail of it. Any ideas?
But then..... But then keys always in the left pocket, and the rock always in the right and why? WHY? And how would you know, you don't even know about the rock, at least not yet. But soon, soon I'll tell you. Soon. And then a can of diet Dr Pepper, and somehow I understand. M. Yes, M. But how?
And why?