at the hyvee
They're calling the next Star Wars movie Attack of the Clones, for fuck's sake. This might be the point where I gracefully step off the boat, explaining "I'll rent it some time." At least I have V., which after 250 pages kicks nine different kinds of ass.
"Come look at the lobsters." "I don't want
to see the lobsters." "Why not?" "They just creep
me out. Climbing each other. How they keep
colliding with the walls. The bastards can't
even open their claws." "Don't start a rant.
They're living. Just say hi." "But do they sleep?
What would you think, abducted from the deep
into this tank, never to understand
what brought you here? It's such a Beckett life."
"Stop it. I have no patience for that view.
What's the point? Look, even if all thought
is ultimately futile, we've still got
to shop for dinner." "Have you told that to
the lobsters?" "You think you're funny. I don't laugh."
