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Life is a Slim Jim Feeling: When they refer to a slice of life, do you think they mean slice like bread, or slice like pie? And while we're on the subject (even though we weren't), who's "they?" I think slice of life is like one of those little contorted pieces of meat, once freeform and now compressed into a long symmetrical tube, like with Slim Jims. It looks all uniform and hard-rindey on the outside, but if you take a little dime-sized bit of it you see colors and pepper flecks and the streaks of fat that make it impossible for me to ever eat Slim Jims. Sort of how you'd never want to eat life. Even though it'd be hard to eat something intangible and relative, so maybe this analogy should end. But Mountain Dew does, after all, have caffiene, and that, combined with my new Travis CD, The Man Who, is the source of this keyboard diarrhea. Thank you for your time. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |