Quine's urethra

leave a few seconds of awkward silence. make the others really wallow in it. of course i can't control the extent of their immersion ("their" representing the, proverbial, others). i try to maintain a perspective worthy of respect, but it is impossible to avoid the distractions. the female is hot, the dude is annoying, the utterances of our time are flying around. relativism manages to slip a nipple in my mouth.

so i try to keep it casual, trace the causal chains. be aware and sweat it out. slap a motto on some dumb slut's bean. really dig it. live consistent, because the hypocrites will be crucified. just like it always was.

in my dome.