Well okay

Everything She Touched Turned Xanaxian

The new Prefuse 73 is so dull that I forgot what I was listening to on
two seperate occasions while listening to it on the train this morning.

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slush train

Que custodiet ipso schlong?

I'm wondering if all of the people I see reading Watchmen on the train get as self conscious as I do at all the pages of Dr. Manhattan's schlong? Or, as I noticed last night, of the paunchy, nude Dan Dreiberg wandering around his Owl-cave looking at all of his gear?

I'd hate to be thought of as some sort of hobo who likes to sit around getting jollies at cartoon naked people in public, even if it is the source of a future blockbuster movie.

I can only assume that anyone who wants to kill themselves would prefer I not talk them out of it, let alone march to prevent it.