I may or may not have a girlfriend. We've never actually met face to face, but my inbox is full of her text messages and we've spoken on the phone. So, if nothing else, I know that I'm amiable with an intelligent construct of the Internet that knows how to generate not only a text file but also an MP3 file effectively mimicking a teenage female human. If that's the case, I'm not entirely sure I'd be disappointed. I mean, that's pretty damn cool.
Our song is Boston, by Augustana, hence the title. Also, though, I've been thinking about where I want to live after college, and my mind is drawn to Boston (which is how that song became our song). And when I'm there, I want to ride their subway and say strange things that will make peoples' minds spontaneously combust.
"Every time you touch yourself sexually, a 13 year old boy discovers masturbation"
"I only hate bigots"
"It'll be easy to breed Eugenics out of the populace!"
"The goo conquers all it sees, and relentlessly punishes moderate crimes with wicked nasty tasks"
Yes. Yes, you're right. I fully intend to be the crazy homeless guy on the subway. Except I'll be going home to my decently nice apartment to shed my faux-hobo rags (Derelicte) and laugh my ass off listening to the tape recording.
Is that unhealthy?
TRH
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