My sister was talking to me yet again about significant others... in an attempt (probably) to help me. She feels I am too picky and thus will be left with nothing. Like significant others are the limited art books or that one Hunter Thompson book that isnt Fear and Loathing at the Friends of the Library book sale, and if you arent awake before time itself to search for it amongst the other faithful, you will be left with a used, stained, cat calendar. My thought before writing this was "The reason people enjoy supernatural things are because they allow deep dark humanity to masquerade as an alien or vampire to distance ourselves from our darker, some would argue, true self." Especially when it is agreed that we are speaking in metaphor, the understanding and emotion seems to be more palpable and less overtly hokey, when all things are really just soap operas. Regardless of the costume and posturing, we all want to see human relationships being created and destroyed like the atoms that comprise us. So in that sense, still waiting for Hiroshima, praying for the fallout.
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