i was going to be a neo-deconstructivist but mom wouldn't let me

today at the grocery store a man asked if I knew where the broccoli was and I said damn no I haven't seen it, and he said I need broccoli I can't find the broccoli, and I said I don't know where it is either but I'll keep my eye out, and then we both went our separate ways. when I passed him again I asked if he found the broccoli and he said no!! I still can't find the broccoli!! and I said oh no. maybe there isn't any. maybe they're all out. and we commiserated. but then later as I was walking around in circles like a dazed housefly looking for hot sauce I saw a secret additional vegetable bay behind the magazines and there was the broccoli!! but by then I couldn't see the man any more. he must have left, imagining there to be no broccoli. perhaps because I suggested they were all out. I reflected upon my part in the tragedy. I should have told him not to give up, to keep looking, to search every corner and perhaps he would find his prize behind the magazines. but it was too late. my defeatism had instilled the certainty of failure in him, even though I was just as ignorant of the truth as he. and I did not buy the broccoli because I don't like it very much.

I love saying "cute..." about stuff. because a lot of stuff is cute...

they are poisoning us today with a thursday poison little do they know we’ve been through a few thursday poisonings so it won’t kill us just yet

petition to summon the ghost of Sondheim so he can write another assassins musical but just with trump's assassins

you know back then they didn’t use to romanticize the past