A story that does not gutter out or end but shifts dimensions, goes where the unifying thread is lost. Where the rumor of life past shame and drift, etc... where meaning is a casualty... at an infinite distance above and below it. If you find yourself looking at something truly other, you'll be in for a rude surprise.
Who cares if Charlie Sheen is the supreme ironist?
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