I can remember being in a book store a few years ago. At the moment, I was looking for something by Joseph Conrad (I found nothing I did not already have, FYI), but I wasn't able to get to that shelf because two middle-aged women were standing at the shelf talking. Apparently, they said they met the author, and even had dinner with him and his wife, and, at the moment, I thought they sounded like they were talking about Joseph Conrad. Was I just transplanting my own thoughts onto these women? That had to be the answer; Joseph Conrad died in 1924. This was, if I recall correctly, 2015. Sure enough, they actually name-dropped the author: Joseph Conrad. It took all my self-control to ask where the fuck they kept their Philosopher's Stone. Apparently, about a minute later, they figured out that it couldn't have been Joseph Conrad for reasons that should be obvious and they were thinking about someone else.
Comparing the Universal Oneness of All Life to Yo Mama since 2010.
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I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
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I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.