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6 PM on A Thursday

“I guess she wanted a real life or something

I don’t know”

 

Spoken by a grown man in his middle years in reference to a woman leaving her husband. As if the desire for a “real life” were such an absurdity. How profound this world is becoming in its mundanity. Profound mundanity. Deranged normality. Oxymoron’s galore my friends.

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May 20, 2013
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