I was in a hat store the other day and I thought about buying a porkpie hat. I didn't actually try it on, because it's weird to pop a hat on your head in a store. They recommend ordering a hat to your hat size, which I don't even know.
Anyhow, I was in a coffeeshop today and saw some guy in a porkpie hat and was really thankful I didn't buy one. He looked like an asshole, and I'd have to hate myself all the time.
There isn't a mission. There isn't a goal. It's just words on fake paper, sliding and tripping and flowing all over the place, because we're all full up on words in here and there is no way we can keep them inside. Like Tony says, "Nothing in here is true."
Friday, September 29, 2006
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