Marla Plath Sylvia Singer

Marla's tit's gonna rot off and everybody else is dying.

Everything is something to someone

In the Sylvia Plath sense of the word we're all Marla Singer

Scalia would call that "pure apple sauce"

I call it tragic and amusing

I see it all through self administered confusion

Take home philosophy hobby kits

Hmm...

Scully was just unlucky; Mulder was a f*****g lunatic

Crazy how lunatics are only right on tv

Life's too boring to be governed by lunatics

For real

Re-usable boredom eradicators

Modular windows to the world

How to rationalize the lack of choice with meaningless choices

"Jiggery pokery" Anton said once "that's jiggery pokery"

In the Marla Singer sense of the word no one is Tyler Durden

We are all Jack's wasted space

That was a movie but that girl was a real girl more than once

None the less, we're not wasting spaces

In the Sylvia Plath sense of the word we're all dying

At least that's something

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