all the best people are stupid

was am straggling through strangled art pits with long lost curtains ending up cast blankly across my sofa thinking things telling stories remembering all the psuedos i've known too many to name too many to think about your pauls and daniels and davids and adams and all the rest with nothing good to say nothing real to think about just rants to hear the sound and idea of themselves ranting and going on without anything to say really anything at all on their minds aside from how cool it was to think DEEPLY. the sort of people that would put deep in a description of themselves. i've had few such hardy laughs as the ones i had with them or maybe rather at them. better to be silent than to speak only to hear how cool you sound when doing so.

alas, good luck to them. it isn't always cool to be smart and soon enough they'll realize that and stop pretending they are. in the meantime, all can be well as long as i can sit tender back and watch television.

all the best people are stupid.

2002-10-05 | 5:41 p.m.
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