2002-06-28 - 3:00 p.m.

Today, I walked around in a store [no, no, wait, it gets better! Promise!!]. And I had mostly just one line of thought going on in my head.

Looking at each person, I connected to them the thought that s-ex created them. Each person was only walking around and being alive because of se-x.

It just struck me as almost odd somehow and somehow very strange.

Everyone is the product of the same action.

Well, Not Expecting a Pulitzer,

Yossarian Yossarian

Disclaimer: I am writing se-x in this entry in that way as I do not want p-orn web robots to send me spa-m mail. [Thanks to petrichor for this trick which avoids encouraging spa-m.]

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