Predestination has run its course; inevitabilities have swollen up and burst like bevenomed pimples, spraying the sticky pus of predictability all over my immediacies: suddenly, folks, I've found myself in China
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At midnight I was outside, swaddled in a blanked on the “deck” behind my parents' house. This structure made me uneasy because it seemed to be constructed entirely out of synthetic wood: plastic 2x4's assembled into a deck as though they were just regular planks of wood conjoined by your average carpenter. Decorated with “
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