The skin of the black cow is stretched,
stretched without setting to dry,
stretched on a septuple shadow.

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what happens to all the imaginary Canadian girlfriends after the lie is found out and they are no longer needed? where do they live? what do they do? are they out there now, eating ketchup chips in an ice fishing shack on a lake somewhere near Winnipeg?

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Heard somebody say you shouldn’t try to read Proust until you’re 30 because you have to have really and truly failed at a couple of things before you can get on its wavelength and man does “I could have been someone” “Well so could anyone” hit once you’ve got some road behind you

i feel like life as a writer is about writing your heart out then constantly looking over your shoulder and envying more successful people and then determining to write even harder, and endless cycle

the Canadian permafrost melts and I wake up from the frozen stupor I've been in since 2004. I squint into the winter sun, and mumble "if you have nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire".

Way too relatable.

what happens to all the imaginary Canadian girlfriends after the lie is found out and they are no longer needed? where do they live? what do they do? are they out there now, eating ketchup chips in an ice fishing shack on a lake somewhere near Winnipeg?

in a deeply french moment, I went to the bank to sign some documents but their system was down so I just sat & chatted with the banker about pleasantries while drinking espresso for 30 minutes & then she said she had to leave for vacation & to see her when she's back 🥐

the Anglo-American guy who funded the first panorama display in Paris also invented torpedos and the steamboat. the official story is that he was in France to sell the plans to Napoleon but things went sideways and he got pressed into serving the UK navy instead. my unofficial take? he was a spy.

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